It's the 3rd day of 2009. Also the first day i will be embarking on this autobiography, if you may classify it as such. I had just finished a book, albeit a short one, my first in quite a span of time. Tuesdays with Morrie was the title. I shan't divulge the contents of the book, so as not to bore you and so that i won't rob those who intend to partake in the pleasure of savoring its pages for themselves of the experience.
What does the book have to do with this blog? I hear you whispering in your mind. To surmise it simply, as Prof. Morrie Schwartz in Tuesdays with Morrie expresses so beautifully, " To find a meaningful life, devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning". It's been almost 7 years since my last non-factual, non score-well-in-the-exam-format oriented essay. So long that i've since forgotten what simple joy i used to derive from writing creative pieces, though they are not Pulitzer prize winning literature. Somewhere along the years of upper secondary school, essay writing morphed from an immensely satisfying effort to standard format, fit into model template chores that were necessary to satisfy the exam board's wants.
Thus, i hope to be able to rekindle my writing spirit through this project for fun, for remembrance and for the fulfilment it will nourish me with.
The stories written hence forth will be chronological, starting from the heydays of childhood and picking its way through the passage of time to the present. They will be based on whatever vivid memories i can dig out from the recesses and hidden corners of my mind. Incidents which shaped my thoughts, people who molded me to be who i am, and the gamut of emotions that ran their course throughout these 24 years.
i hope that it will be good enough to make you cringe, laugh, cry, smile, frown, contemplate and reminsce on your own yesteryears and memories from not too long ago. Enjoy.
P/S: Try not to fall asleep ya, or yawn too much for that matter ;)
What does the book have to do with this blog? I hear you whispering in your mind. To surmise it simply, as Prof. Morrie Schwartz in Tuesdays with Morrie expresses so beautifully, " To find a meaningful life, devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning". It's been almost 7 years since my last non-factual, non score-well-in-the-exam-format oriented essay. So long that i've since forgotten what simple joy i used to derive from writing creative pieces, though they are not Pulitzer prize winning literature. Somewhere along the years of upper secondary school, essay writing morphed from an immensely satisfying effort to standard format, fit into model template chores that were necessary to satisfy the exam board's wants.
Thus, i hope to be able to rekindle my writing spirit through this project for fun, for remembrance and for the fulfilment it will nourish me with.
The stories written hence forth will be chronological, starting from the heydays of childhood and picking its way through the passage of time to the present. They will be based on whatever vivid memories i can dig out from the recesses and hidden corners of my mind. Incidents which shaped my thoughts, people who molded me to be who i am, and the gamut of emotions that ran their course throughout these 24 years.
i hope that it will be good enough to make you cringe, laugh, cry, smile, frown, contemplate and reminsce on your own yesteryears and memories from not too long ago. Enjoy.
P/S: Try not to fall asleep ya, or yawn too much for that matter ;)
