i'm now a proud owner of this book.
>imagine my smile going on a 360 degree turn!<>smile< >wink!<>
i love it. really.
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When you speak, your words echo only across the room or down the hall. But when you write, your words echo down the ages.
Bud Garner, Chicken Soup For the Writer's Soul
a prelude to the text written by Kris Mackay
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huddled on my bus seat, I was reading Mackay's entry.
i was warmed with the text, much more with the title of her piece -- Writing Is My Destiny.
after finishing the piece, i smiled.
i slightly bowed my head. closed my eyes. and sighed.
i was oblivious to the the incomprehensible babble that the bus radio's been spitting.
the text tilted anew the drum of volatile emotions i've been carrying for some time now...
that small voice whispered anew...writing is your destiny.
the voice, for all of its softness and smallness, echoed inside my head, reverberated throughout my body and i shudder at its comforting warmth.
i try not to cry as i compose this entry.
i try to blink out the stinging from the peripherals of my eyes.
i cannot afford to shed tears. in broad daylight. inside my cube.
i miss writing. i miss the dynamics of an actual coverage. personal interview. sketching people and events as it unfold.
but it doesn't mean i'm not enjoying my job now. i do. i love my bosses and the people who make me smile every time i step my toes in the sometimes slippery floors of the PR world.
somehow, this stolen moments of bloggin comforts me.
still, nothing beats a nice journal and pen...but then, it has become a luxury together with the time of solitude it demands...
blogging is both a challenge and skill...hehehe
you try to compress your thoughts as it comes in a rush...can it in words and save it in this seemingly pitless portal of (semi-)private niche of the cyberspace. you try to cramp everything before the clock bids you to stop as the boss is well on his way back from lunch.
hay...another serving of chicken soupie please? (",)
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