i have to admit that i like reading blogs.of those people that i know or a total stranger.but of course, not all blogs that i read are worth reading.some demonstrates a good use of language and the way the author expressed him or herself would made me impressed.due to my expectations towards other blogs,i blog not only to channel out what i felt or experience in my daily life, but also to impress others that came to my blog.unfortunately i never know whether i had failed or succeed in doing that.
just few days ago,i came back from Italia.i participate in a camp for the disabled with my mom and my brother and this camp was participated by many people around Europe.the memories and experiences i had there were so great, so precious.yet i can't find the right words to describe what i had experience.yes,i can chose to just simply write what i did daily.but,i fear.fear that when i read back,what i wrote did not reflect what i actually experienced.on the other hand i fear that if i don't put it down in some form of writing, those memories would slowly slip away as time goes by.yet i fear again that even if i did put it in writing, due to my lack of words,lack of vocabulary..even if i read back, i may not feel the same thing.
all i can do now, is hold on to those memories as tight as possible, hoping and praying that time would not fail me.and those memories would still be fresh in my mind, as though it just happened yesterday...
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