10 Reasons Why I Started Blogging

I know. I know. Who cares!? Right?? Well…I do!! And for that reason, I WRITE!

1
One day I was very idle and during such times I like to visit the android market to see what new apps ’em geniuses have come up with. *no offence btw* In one of my random searches, I came across a wordpress app and thought to myself, “hmm…how different is this from ‘blogspot’..??” (i have 2 inactive blogspot blogs with like 2 posts each,…one from 2011, the other 2012..) How very pathetic!!…hahaha. The rest is history.

2
I think faster than I speak and thus have in me so many unspoken words, so much untapped energy. So I thought a blog would be the best place to release it-the energy. Oh. And Im better at listening and analysing situations in my head..sometimes playing them in my head, over and over again. (Call me an overthinker…thats how I roll!!) Organizing all these thoughts in form of writing didnt seem like such a bad idea.

3
M is very amused at how much I pretend to know the answer to everything by coming up with craizy theories to explain some of life’s intrigues. How about I try to explain it to the world too. Be one of the millions of answers found on google. B-)

4
My father once told me that I like to act like I know it All..So I thought, “hey..why not share All I Know with the whole world!!” Tell it all to a bunch of people whetger they care about it or not..whether they side with me or not. :p

5
This you might have read earlier in a previous post. I like to do self-therapy. I will write to encourage if I feel down and I will write to console when I feel like I need to be comforted. I will try to be funny when I need a good laugh and I will write the most heartbreaking story when I feel like I need a good sobbing.

6
Sometimes I talk to myself and am really surprised at some of the things I come up with; craizy or not. Hence I decided to just write all that crap down for the whole world to see, instead of talking to myself and looking totally insane!! Haha.

7
The mystery of the numbers and even types of people I might reach out to with whatever I write fascinates me and gives me this undying curiosity. Drives me to just keep writing and keep putting it out there. 😀

8
By now, you may have noticed that I am an open book. I do tell all. Mostly because I dont have a confidant…and partly because its a safe place to rant and rave. Yes..people. I have put that much amount of trust in you. Dont you dare break my heart!! :p

9
The irony of having a ‘journal’ as  private as this and yet sooo out-there-for-the-whole-world-to-see is very very exciting. And yes…Nobody knows that this exists. None of my friends..no family member. Not even M. Just the other day I asked him if he would be okay with me sharing our relationship experiences on a blog and he was soo cool with it. Poor guy has no clue that this very blog has been in existence for close to a month now… :p

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I believe that I can be of great help to someone out there by sharing my thoughts and experiences; highs and lows that life has dealt me. I am happy to be alive and well and to have the priviledge to be able to express myself to strangers and yet connect with them in a way that is so incredibly wonderful. I dont have to be the president of a nation for my voice to be heard, to make a change. Neither do I have to win the Nobel Peace prize for me to feel like I have achieved that ultimate feeling of knowing you have influenced the world. Have my name in the history books and all that other heroic, famous stuff. Haha. Maybe one day I will..who knows, but for now, words are more powerful. So I continue to write..with love..

Keep writing,
Love.

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Share some Happy!! :)

I remember promising you this one..

In highschool I used to have to deal with not only school stress, but home stress too. Being in boarding school made it way better, because it was some sort of escape from all the unhappiness at home and I would find myself dreading the holidays.

My first year of highschool was literally hell at home…trying to get my then alcoholic father to rehab was close to impossible..atleast he was a bit willing though. My mother therefore channelled all her stress to us. I would cry myself to sleep almost every night when I was at home on holiday and occassionally when I was at school and happened to be hit by bouts of bad memories.

Then I found a way out..

Seeking Happiness… Yes. Same as what I now call, “My Journey to Happiness” I decided to focus on all the positive I could because the negative was threatening to tear me apart. I was an emotional wreck but I decided that I had to now focus on my life and not that of other grownups who had made mistakes….*ahem*

The easiest way I found to focus on the positive was by speaking it and thinking it…even writing it. I began to be more of a listener to my friends and that way I no longer focused on my problems. You’ll be shocked the kind of things people go through everyday in silence. Not only did I feel blessed, but I begun to appreciate the things I had taken for granted.

Thus the ‘counsellor/shrink/psychologist/psychiatrist/bigsiz/relationshipguru’ in me was born. All these are names I’ve been dubbed ever since, both by friends, acquintances and even a couple of strangers.

Interesting thing I came to discover is that, in reverse, I was actually giving myself the therapy I needed. While I would come up with the most encouraging things to say and write up the sweetest, warmest notes to console a hurting heart.., all this would impact me positively too. I would feel consoled, encouraged. Therefore it went a long way to healing my brokenness too.

Nyway…I remember this one time when I tried to convince one of my friends to persevere and just finish highschool in our school as opposed to changing schools. She was really bent on getting transfered, claimed she was so stressed out by the school while in fact the stress was just projected from home. I tried to make her see that, if only she would look at the good and then she would start to feel better. I honestly saw a lot of me in her. Though I had never though of changing schools. I guess it was her way of escaping her anguish.

In most cases I got really connected with friends when they shared with me and I would feel for them sooo immensely to the point of feeling like it had to work out for them no matter what. I would constantly check up on them just to make sure that they were not giving up. I was not ready to give up on them until I saw that they were okay. In a way, them giving up would be too devastatingly discouraging to me…would put it in my head that sometimes things just dont work out. And thats the last thing I wanted to believe. So I pushed hard…probably even harder than I should have.

Then came my breaking point;;

I continued to check on my friend and every tume it seemed that she was doing better only for her to go back to square one. Then this particular Sunday mornig as we were having breakfast before heading to chapel, I noticed that she was feeling really crappy. Thus I felt the need to do what I did best. Listen. Advise. Encourage. In my paralleled self-therapeautic moments of speaking and thinking up wise and touching; consoling and uplifting things, she just snapped!! She yelled at me;  told me that am too positive, even when its not necessary!! ;( I automatically shut out and withdrew.

So there I was in chapel, clenching my fists so hard. Trying to fight the tears that were now free-flowing down my cheeks. And I asked God what bad I had done in trying to be a good friend. I felt so humiliated. I almost gave up.

To this day, I remain a Happiness Convert. Despite the odds. Despite the moments of trials where people make fun of me. I remain who I am because I realize everyday thats the greatest gift that God has given me to share with others whether they want to receive it or not. He has been so good to me, loved me beyond measure and so I continue to strive to share His love…everyday..in any way..

Share the Happy,
Love.

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