I have a lot of pending works to be done. these many projects, all pending at authorities so i have a bit of free time while i wait. working with a chinese boss help me to be independent in this field, there's no spoon feeding whatsoever. he will give you orders; where to go, who to find, and you settle on your own. im not complaining tho. i like going to meetings or meet councils alone, it saves me from the awkward silence and conversations i have with my boss if he goes with me. because im such an awkward person liddat.
unfortunately, though, through his training, i feel a bit strange without any work to do at the office. theres always something to do, a drawing to draw, a 3D building to build when he's around. but now even he's around i got nothing to do. strange, and a bit of guilt not doing anything.
so this 'not doing anything' involves reading my old blogs. i have no idea why i have 2 blogs, i guess the oldest one was when i was a freehair and it was full of photos of myself that i decided not to delete but private it. the second one was after i started covering my hair, the 'post-hijaab' lah konon. there were a few posts i wrote but i didnt really stick to it so i decided to make that one private as well. this blog was made when i was in uk, but there wasn't at all a frequent update; i just simply had no time (what with masters degree, my wedding, then went back to uk for convocation and honeymoon after that, then job hunting). i didnt feel like even signing in to blogger.
what i got from reading my old blogs was that during my early 20's i had a lot to express about. i was one heck of an emotional lady -_-" at least i vent it through writing, though, and not make a scene out of it (although i remember quite clearly there were a lot of high school dramas going on). i updated almost everyday, wrote almost everything, so much ideas and very passionate in posting almost anything i was going through. and my writing skills were so much better last time too... man, whatever happened to my vocabulary these days haha twitter and hashtags on instagram is to be blame. really.
at the same time i felt embarrassed as well. maybe because i wrote too much and that there were quite a few people responding with them by commenting. i wondered how these people thought of me back then. sheesh im getting embarrassed by just thinking about it
as embarrassing as it is, im glad i blogged. and im glad i was so active in it. writing was a way for me to escape my world. this world of having to sketch and draw and create. with writing i could write almost anything my sane mind would want and that some readers enjoyed it (to my surprise).
i almost felt like i was reading another person's blog. another girl's life. a whole different book. i guess the saying is true: open up a new book, turn over a new leaf. i really enjoyed re-reading your blogs 21-year-old ween. the stories you wrote seemed almost alien to me, i couldn't even remember half of the things written, but nontheless enjoyable.
this is present ween, signing off because boss is back in the office.
bye!