The first Ink

The beginning of something is always thought to be either grand and magical, or at least of some catchi-ness... like in movies, novels and video games (most!), where something spins off the story and sets the pace for the rest of the show. Alas, i'm not writing a 'beginning' here: if i was to write a beginning, i would have to back track WAY back... Starting off this blog is like entering the cinema when you're 35mins late... you missed the start where most things takes shape... however things are still taking shape here so you don't need to go out and buy another ticket. Different people kept blogs for different purposes. This blog is my spot, somewhere that i can express fully myself - about my thoughts, my dreams, my angst, my victories, my woes, my experiences... my life. I guess it's kinda like a Memory Card... every now and then i gotta save, or else i'll risk lose everything from "GAME OVER" and start over again. I find it's hard for me to share things with other people because all along people whom i know (and knew) only got to know different shades of me, no matter how long they know me. I'm always never fully 'myself'... think it's because i'm used to living this way. Assorted shades of myself, all different from one another, yet all are part of me...Sounds so Nirvana ...! heh.