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it is amazing how music can move people. right now i am particularly moved to write this piece as i listen to a symphony whose title and composer i even forgot. i suppose i'm just being melancholic. and as i search for reasons for this melancholy all i find are more questions. here i go being melodramatic again. this tendency seems to be inate in me. much as i want to avoid all the mushy stuff and feelings i sometimes put to writing, there are just times that i couldn't. and so i spill words directly from the heart knowing that people who read this either find the writing superficial, pathetic or simply poorly done.

an officemate encouraged me to try blogging. at first i was hesitant. i was never the person to share to just anybody something that i write. much less my half-attempts at poetry or anything of the sort. but here i am typing away trying to get a message across, trying to put to words mixed emotions i've been having lately. well, there always is a first time for everything and there always is room for improvement.

i couldn't quite figure out what i really wanted to say. to put it simply, i am excited about new things, new prospects, new adventures and experiences i can't put to words yet. suffice it to say there are a lot in store and thus, more reason for me to write about them. as encouraged, i'd be putting photos next time. that way i'm not as boring as i sound. or probably the picture will take the mystery out of this (if there ever is a mystery at all). it's been fun so far. and i'm grateful to that officemate who forgot i gave him a copy of the limerick i wrote him. c ", )