Style, My Style

I notice my style of writing the other day. My style is the incomplete style. I start my thought and make my point but I hardly ever conclude my thought. I think it is because you can never be sure of the outcome. I write what I know, what I dream, what I believed and what I experienced. I have written things with tears in my eyes and sometimes with a smile on my face. I have often found peace in my writing. Just a moment of understanding. I have often thought of being a writer but I believe my words are only for a few and only me.

Secrets

I was reading this blog, PostSecret, for a while. Reading all the different secrets that people sent in. I even felt to make a postcard of my own. I think it will do me some good to put my secret out there, but i am yet to do that.

listen to the song

Listening to music I realise that not all songs you can take to heart. There are artistes, and there are songs that you like from a particular artistes. I dont expect an artiste that I like to always spit out good enough songs. But I need one good song that makes me meditate for me to identify with the artiste, or to at least understand and live those emotions. It is pretty clear to me that you can sing a song and like it until you read the lyrics. For example, Ciara. I like the way she sang her songs. Made me sing. Made me wish I can dance like her. But I didnt understand why I like it or what she was really singing. So I read the lyrics one day to understand what she was really saying and found out that it was absolutely nothing of interest. I still like the song but. But it is shit. But I can admit that I like songs that are shitty. So way to go, girl. Songs without a point can be number 1.

Hello All

Hi bloggers. Peeking my head in again after such a long time. I will type at a paragraph. Well I am at work at the moment experiencing my first ever bomb scare. What fun! Yippy Skippy! I have to catch up on the blogs i used to read and leave some comments. These days things are just slow. People even calling me boring. I can't really do anything about that really. Well, that is all for now. I am in the library at work and the silence is giving me a headache.

Damn

Man, my computer is on some bullshit these days.