Long-Lived Passion

“NOBODY CARES” said by a vlogger that I once watched on YouTube when I searched for personal blogging tips. Well, nobody really cares about personal thoughts, life journals, and stories that I wanted to immortalized (while the internet is up). I just figured, it will be nice reading through the history of my life when I'm weak enough to move a muscle. I imagine myself sitting on a rocking chair, my tea on the side table, I'm on the balcony while the cool breeze kiss my cheeks, all of it while reading my blog. I would have mixed emotions by then – laugh, cry, sad, mad, and laugh again. Writing is my long-lived passion.

Back then, when I’m not into blogger yet. I have this notebook where I wrote my stories, poems, and drawings. I wrote so many, my older siblings would steal it and read it aloud in the living room while everyone was around. They said they will turn it into a book and make several copies to sell. Not just my journal but my unsent love letters. I really hate it! I was bullied! I was oppressed! Older siblings are monsters in disguise! Now that it’s online and although they can get access anytime they want, but I bet they know nothing about blog. FREEDOM AT LAST! *EVIL LAUGH*

I love writing although I struggle in writing (LOL!). It's the only thing in this world where I can express my opinions, my thoughts, my rants and anything considered nonsense behind the words I carelessly chose to use. All because I got no sports, not a good dancer, and a voice like a frog's mating call. I can draw for sure, except for the hand and the character should always be facing front. Otherwise, I’ll consider it an abstract, something that no one will ever understand but myself. I play piano, at least three songs including Happy Birthday, but the piano got broken. It’s expensive to enroll in a piano lesson, how much more buying a new one?

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Posted by Leomar Tulang on Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Excuse my voice!

Aside from piano, I play flute, I mastered the song “Paper Roses” but my flute was cheap and made out of bamboo, it soon got broken and never had a chance to buy a new one until it suddenly disappeared in my list of interests separated by comma.

So there, writing have been and will always be available anytime I want. It has become my passion that will never fade. No one can take it away from me, even Stephen Hawking will agree. Writing will not magically leave me like my Ex did (“moved on”). It’s a God given talent and I must cherish it. And like any other talent, not everyone can perform it perfectly.