And so we survived the 2012 and 2013 is here! Yay!
So... what is your new year resolution? Or should I put it in another way, is your new year resolution any different from last year's? Haha.
Well, mine does not go too far from last year's, but one of it brought me here.
One of my 2013 new year resolutions is to blog more, at least fork out some time to dedicate for the blog once a week. This is a promise to myself to nurture the interest in me.
I had always loved reading. And my favourite time of the day used to be after a hot shower, all cozy in my pjs and half lying on the long couch, with a hot cup of drink within reach, and a juicy novel in my hands. That was before dad discovered the comfort of the long couch and took over for his regular night dramas. From then on I have to retreat to the single couches around with my novel.
Since young, dad instilled the love of story books in us. I still can remember vividly that once dad introduced us to those really old, yellowish pocket sized books, I clung onto them, eyes moving line by line, brain picturing the dangerous adventure. Since then, I had been exposed to numerous story books. My favourite was the Harry Potter series. Well, which 11 years old kid doesn't buy the infamous Harry Potter and his magical adventures? For my case, I totally hooked up with it and I remembered searching through the mailbox on my 11th birthday, secretly hoping for any letters that declared my true identity as a witch, or any giant Hagrid coming to claim me from the muggles world, to the magical world where I truly belong. Having found none suspicious letters that bore the emblem of Hogwarts badge, not giving up, I then went around to search for a perfect length of stick, and murmured ''Lumos'' silently, hoping the end of the stick will glow as a prove of me being a witch. Alas, that was just an 11 years old little girl's dream, who read too much of story books and live in her own little fantasy. I see everything very clear now, don't worry. Haha. It is a bit funny and sheepish to admit to these ridiculous stuff that I did. But yeah, here you go, that prove that how deep I was into the books!
However, the older I grow, I never grow out of the story books. My favourite genre of story book is still preferably fantasies, with magical powers and happy endings. There's a part in me that is refused to grow up to face the cruel world. Since there is no happy endings in real life, the only way to picture them is through the story books! Real life is so messed up and I don't want to read novels with messed up endings too!
Recently I'm not able to find any books that fulfill my criteria, and so, I had moved my interest to newspapers. Not the sad accidents and the fact-twisting politics, but the columns where journalists pour their hearts out regarding almost everything ('cept politics, but they do use political news for examples sometimes.), from travelling, hobby, to any thoughts on recent popular incidents that occurred in both nationwide and international. The interesting play of words by different journalists attracted me, and how they made the story sound so full of life and colour and well reasoned. That is when a realization came to me, that I want to be like them. I want to be like them when I can have plenty of suitable vocabs to choose from and describe something around me in words, and face no problem in expressing my thoughts. Words are like double end swords. When used wisely you could go very far with it, but when utilised wrongly it could possibly hurt you.
Therefore, a blog once a week! Let's hope it will not be my resolution again for the coming year! :)
