I'm a blogger.

I am a blogger. Indeed an avid blogger for the past, let’s say 10 years, except now when I could not commit with the time. If someone had followed me throughout the years, I believe that I have changed in so many ways. Wherever I read back my old entries, I found out that last ten years even up until now, I am  still searching to find my way to position myself in this busy and unforgiving world.

In between, I learnt how life have driven me. At one time I might be at the top, and at the same time, I have experienced the lowest self esteem in me. Truly, life experience is priceless and I won’t trade that with anything. It seems that blogging helps me to open up my chest, at least to share and to express how I feel in a polite way. Well, sincerely, when emotions controls how I react, I probably shared the details of my feeling – something that I should avoid especially when I already reach my 30+. Age warned me to be more realistic though I agreed most of the entries are definitely tailored to my happy life.

The bottom line is, I am still not comfortable to tell the world (i.e. relatives, friends and colleagues) I own a blog. No doubt I would love this blog to be part of my solid side income, but to introduce Mr. A that I have a blog, for couple of reasons I feel queasy. J

Just a quick post – yes, something bothering me…AGAIN!!