Not related to the New Year whatsoever. Wait, it somehow does.

Greetings.

This is the first post I have written (in a while) that is NOT something about a story of a wasteland that is so close to home.

That's it for preview.

Part of me would want to wish my reader(s) a New Year greeting, but the lack of responses (or bodies) that I have noticed for some time, compels me to do so. (Or take this statement as a New Year greeting if you would)

Life has been quite the b*tch the past year. 2010. It was a year that I was willing to forget. Wasted opportunities, girls, choice in friends (and studies T_T). Compressing those, it was an all round streak of horrible (and contemplate-able) decisions. Even I sit here and wonder as I pen this (or type), why am I even here at all? Not saying that Engineering isn't my passion, but actually writing is.

Look at how I take the time of a beautiful but rainy, Sunday evening just to pen a senseless blog. Where I could've hunkered down to the library, shut down my computer, and pore over illegible writings and write down even more illegible formulas. If it was vice versa, I tell you now. I could've reached the heights of even entering a Dean's List, scholarships abound, offers to study overseas in droves waiting for the stroke of my pen.

*sigh*

Sadly writing is considered a "non-paying" job or "not-enough income" and maybe "who would want to employ you" statements from EVERYONE in this third world minded country. Sometimes I look at my writings and I would be proud of them. Because I conceived something, literally out of nothing.

Previously, I had a friend, a fellow writer to read some of my writings and comment on them. The response she gave me, it was actually good. I even pressed her to be honest about it. She said it was. If you are reading this Liz, thanks! Thanks aplenty! I felt as if I am some proud mom/dad looking at their child being praised by teachers. *cue puffing and huffing nose sound*

I have friends who have descended into the realm of studies and working, and some into just plain studying to impress their parents, or studying, to gain an MBA and to get a job overseas and stay there. Nowadays, in my opinion I would say, studying these days are all just about getting good grades, getting a good job, a wife, a house, a successful career. No one exactly asks you what you want to do.

I see many of my friends are in that stature. Probably I am too. But this, keeping a small space in the vast Internet, and to write what I think, let my mind out. It keeps me sane and to remind me who I really am, and what I really want.

Out.

I said too much as it is.