meet the dot

      A typical dot has been living this big world of quest for 19 years and 4 months already and will continue to exist until the Maker cuts the rope. From the moment the dot opened her eyes to the vast realities of life, she began to look for those necessary means to express the little voices within her. Just the thought of putting them into words causes her mind to do somersault. It may not be that important for others though, but for this dot it is.

     Giving justice to her thoughts is one of the important factors occupying her territory of thinking. She believes that the yell inside her should go out from its cave and be enunciated. However, shouting it in the seaside of the earth can do no good to her objective. Saying it orally to someone or in a group would also mean fluctuation from her thinking appetite. To this sense, the dot met writing and found out that it is the character that she has been looking for. Yes, she did write! She wrote her poems on unused notebooks, and her stories and essays on bond papers. She ended up keeping her outputs to herself, or if not she’d show it to her mom. Little by little, she improved; her audience increased. Soon, she began to love the art. But then, somehow, there is lacking with the dot’s way.  She felt that something is needed to customize the situation - something cool and trendy. What could the best way be? Where could it be hiding? And so the dot searched. With the technology surrounding her environment, she was urged to use it as a tool for her goal to be realized. But time to her seems to be so aloof. And it was only NOW that the dot pursued to do the act.  Blogging.  Yes, it is!

     With that desire to express the thoughts kicking in her mental apparatus in a more comfortable way, this dot started to write a blog. She really did hope that she have started doing this thing even before. Anyways, too much for regrets!

     This dot has been through a lot. But her journey persists and continues.

     This dot aspires for expression; not by merely saying it now and forgetting it afterwards, but one that perpetuates through time. This dot writes. This dot is me.