Saturday, October 30, 2004
When I was in high school, I was the feature editor of the English publication. Though I was in a relative high position, I am not as good as my friends are ( who were also my co-editors in the school paper). My works lack the proper syntax and contain erronous grammar. My vocabulary is also limited because I tend to forget new words that I encounter daily.
Writing was never a talent to me. Until now I still struggle at grammar and correct usage of words. I am also faulty in paragraph unity because most of my sentences are deranged of one thought. That is how bad I am as I writer. Yet I dont get it why people still read my work.
Keeping my blog updated is a different thing. I used my blog as an outlet of my emotions. What you read is what I feel. There are certain days when my writings are nice and fun but most of the times they are gloomy and sad. Sometimes I am aware that it is incoherent, but I don't bother to changed it. I believe that if I perfect my blog updates, then it won't come from my heart anymore (Hahahahaha! Yeah right! So much for justification!).
Despite the fact that I have immeasurable imperfections in my writing, someone told me that I am good. (Hahahaha! I have a fan! joke!) This is not the first time that somebody complimented my work, its just that there's something in the person's comments that is so sincere that I felt warmth in my heart. He said that my blog should not be read in the haste time of office hours but in the comfort of leisure time. He finds my blog sensible and worth reading. He said that in all sincerity and I believe him.
****To you, who reads my blog and sends email regularly to keep in touch, thank you. Your emails are one of the few things that make me smile.
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