I blog to share with you what’s on my mind at this current moment. It’s free, it’s open and I encourage exchange of ideas. Especially for those who know me on a personal level. Friends, specifically.

I admit, I don’t get stars for my essays, and I don’t really intend to. I write because I feel satisfied to be able to decribe my feelings in a form that can be communicated easily and effectively to those willing to spare their time. You can compare to an aspiring artist. He may not excel at his craft, but he goes about his own style of expression, to carry forth his thoughts and emotions across, through a visual medium that is easily seen and assessed.

Lately, I’ve been receiving several ‘critics’ regarding how and what I write. Some say that I’m being too open about my personal life. Another says I’m too radical to allow two conflicting religions into acceptance. One even blatantly accused me of saying ‘you’re the only one who bothers abt shit like this. you’re just an attention whore’.

Well you know what? It’s true. I AM an attention whore. I relish attention. I go to certain lengths to have people to listen to what I have to say. It IS my right, isn’t it? I read jokes from books, magazines, the net,…and I make laughs by sharing the jokes with newly-made friends. I play games, I lose and I play again,… and I get the attention for being a good sport. I want attention. Though you might see me frequently going ‘I enjoy my privacy’, the fact is sometimes, when you have something to say, nobody would just bother to fucking listen! And that sucks!

In regards to why I openly write about my personal life, my emotions etc. I write those because I don’t like to bottle up my feelings. If I keep it in, I have a tendency of being moody. And if I get moody, I lose the friends I worked so hard to gain and keep. By writing out how I feel, I’m giving myself a blanket that warms me up and calms me down.

I know, I’m putting my private life at risk.
I know I might lose more friends rather than just bottling it up [I already HAVE lost someone, in fact]
I know that people will see a weak, helpless and fragile me.

But do I sound like I care, about how lame you think I am? How gayish a drama-king like me can get? How much you think I just plain suck at creative writing? If you think there are better blogs out there to read rather than mine, you’re absolutely right. I read those blogs. They inspire me, they make me smile, they make me think. They make me go WoW. I suggest you go to PPS if you want to read a blog that’s a lot less duller than my colourless scene.

If you enjoyed the few things that I wrote throughout the [still] short existence of The Silent Room I am greatly honored and thankful for your comments and feedback. If you didn’t, well I apologise for failing to entertain you with what’s available in this humble grey matter of mine. To cut the lngo story short, I will now reveal to you why I blog. I’ll say it this once:

I write to express, not to impress.