The day before yesterday I told my best friend, Cik Nan, that I usually write better when I can feel what I am writing about. But came yesterday I realized that I have not been writing about what I had been wanting to write about… because I have not been feeling it.
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In the beginning, this writing and blogging business was about me. About the way I felt. Just the way I felt. However I felt it. But after a while, after feeling so much and writing only what should be written, I drifted away from writing what I wanted to write about. And today, not only that I have stopped writing about what I wanted to write about, and that is the way I feel… but I have also stopped feeling it.
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The way I see it, speaking as-a-matter-of-factly, I only have two choices.
- One: Keep on ‘stopping’ feeling what I am feeling.
- Two: Stop writing about what I am not feeling.
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But I know pretty soon if you won’t do it, I myself will be pestering Enida for a third option. And fourth. In case you asked me how I am feeling now, I would tell you nothing but the truth.
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And the truth is very sad.
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Questa è Enida 
yes, enida….what happened??!
Enid what happened?!! There is alway the password option for that pure unadulterated purging of emotions… I would not have been able to bare my soul in my latest posting if not for that privacy accorded by password protection. Stay true to your instincts, some of us love to read you when you show raw emotions. Xox