the purpose
Being a mentor is to encourage my students to excel in their fields. Whether they would throw words against me but what I am doing is my whole best for them.
I have hurling the idea about blogging. For me, blogging is one of the several mediums for me to express my thoughts. Everything and anything under the sun. Anything that inspires me anything that completes me.. it is just about anything.
Sharing the same things to my students gave them the idea on how to be free for their thoughts and words. I even recognize those people who are patiently posting in their blogs that somehow affect my life as a person, because some of them share the same experiences with mine which easily relate myself into.
Blogging for me, is my bestfriend.. yeah.. sort of my daily journal..I can’t live without this.. My fingers are already addicted to this. I even caught myself smiling while tinkering my keyboard coz I am thinking how people would react to these, and most especially assuming my intended person that for me hoping will read these posts.
It’s purely because, I am blabberring about the emotional and mushy side of my life. I don’t even try to rule the posts about academics and IT related stuffs coz I find it very boring.
With the hits I gained, for 6 months since the birth of this arena. I always believe my feelings are real and remarkable.
We have different tastes. If you have the blog, it is the freedom of the user to burst anything that she/he likes.
And yeah this would become our territory. But why?
why we sometimes forget to think of the consequences that will arise, after deeming what we’re doing is good and right?
That’s why it’s better to gamble myself postings about my life here coz I have the control. It is not that I am coward human but it is just that I don’t want to think of other people’s lives.
It is my attitude since my childhood that I don’t care with other peoples’ lives. I can’t even point much exactly if I found myself annoyed with someone, though I am used to figure them out through here but still I have this notion of why-care-about-them-I-am-just-wasting-my-time.
But in the end. I still remain patient.
I have hurling the idea about blogging. For me, blogging is one of the several mediums for me to express my thoughts. Everything and anything under the sun. Anything that inspires me anything that completes me.. it is just about anything.
Sharing the same things to my students gave them the idea on how to be free for their thoughts and words. I even recognize those people who are patiently posting in their blogs that somehow affect my life as a person, because some of them share the same experiences with mine which easily relate myself into.
Blogging for me, is my bestfriend.. yeah.. sort of my daily journal..I can’t live without this.. My fingers are already addicted to this. I even caught myself smiling while tinkering my keyboard coz I am thinking how people would react to these, and most especially assuming my intended person that for me hoping will read these posts.
It’s purely because, I am blabberring about the emotional and mushy side of my life. I don’t even try to rule the posts about academics and IT related stuffs coz I find it very boring.
With the hits I gained, for 6 months since the birth of this arena. I always believe my feelings are real and remarkable.
We have different tastes. If you have the blog, it is the freedom of the user to burst anything that she/he likes.
And yeah this would become our territory. But why?
why we sometimes forget to think of the consequences that will arise, after deeming what we’re doing is good and right?
That’s why it’s better to gamble myself postings about my life here coz I have the control. It is not that I am coward human but it is just that I don’t want to think of other people’s lives.
It is my attitude since my childhood that I don’t care with other peoples’ lives. I can’t even point much exactly if I found myself annoyed with someone, though I am used to figure them out through here but still I have this notion of why-care-about-them-I-am-just-wasting-my-time.
But in the end. I still remain patient.
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