The nature of the blog

It is the blog philosophy we created on Friday night, another trip to the Ping Chao for me in this couple of month. I thought it could be raining any time as the cloud got thicker over the evening, the sky and the dawn of the sun with a ruined heart, empty body. Everything combined so peaceful yet powerful that created the scene I saw outside the City Hall library, that is only a grey sky people usually see.

Then I tried to look over the piers and use my imagination and memories to count, which one goes to where. Since now Friday night becomes a shit for me (Please don't ask), I wanted to go outdoor, out of the city, out to the island. Where quiet is possible, where thinking is possible, where facing yourself is possible, where putting yourself a bad mood is possible, where releasing is possible, where commit suicide is also possible. So if you are in my situation, there is only one choice you can make over the 9 piers. I went aboard to the second journey, same destination, same Friday night, almost the same weather, and I was wonder if I was in the same ferry, with all the same passengers, or even I couldn't remember if I sat on the same seat, in the same hopeless mood.

And you looked over the sea and saw another ferry flying with yours in the same direction, that could be another hundred of same people. Then you turned around and looked at how far you've left the city, you could imagine why the ferries have to rush so quickly. As hundreds and hundreds of people suffered from the life in this crowd damned city, that they have to escape and suck in enough giant, deep breath of fresh air, in order to keep them alive again. This city has already inflected by the Disease of Dullness, or maybe Robo-flu, Rules-fever, Regular-ache. We all have to run like hell unless we want one.

In the front, Ping Chao, became a safe-house that has not yet being inflected.
In the cabin, we, became the intruders that shouldn't visit there.
People there were suppose to go home.

Then you got off outside the cursed area, looking at the sky that was already dark. You saw different layers of black or dark-blue colors, and you could determine that it won't be raining at all. The grey clouds were turning already to black clouds, but it became so thin that you could look through to the sky, you could just feel it. Everywhere this time was eventually becoming whole new fresh to me again, but this time I could see things more clearly.

You walked alongside the three-floors-buildings, you looked through each window and saw a family. A warm sweet home, no luxury, no cars, but different colors of their light bulbs combined into the scene in front of your eyes. You said how wonderful light is. You heard you could never draw it down. You thought you could never catch it. You knew you could never remember it.

Through the long silent walkway, you've never been there before. You could sometimes see people walking towards you or passing you, but you couldn't see their faces, it's just that you have short-sighted. You could feel the wind and air touching you all the way, sometimes gently pushing you forward to the small pier they want you to go, sometimes stronger that could mess your hair up or even got you a bit cool. You could see dogs running to somewhere, came out from no where. You could hear cows inside the trees moaning, maybe they were hungry, or we interrupted their dreams.

You sat down in the tip of the little pier, in front of you was the 180-degree of sea view. Behind you was the narrow road you came, and that someone might occasionally came without sound, they might have killed you from behind! So you sometimes looked back, and you'll see a low mountain behind, and a place looked like being abandoned. Like you. Like you being abandoned by the society, the group of the classmates around you, being dumped by the basketball as well. You looked back and you see the reason you worked hard, why you went back hiking, why you made yourself so black and tired, why you went outdoor, why you start biking on roads and highways, why you do extreme sports and won't stops. By that you can empty your mind, you can be not alone, you can release. And after that, you will be exhausted and dirty, and that is when you will love home for the first time of the week.

Half an hour before you have to go back to catch the last ferry back to the damned central.
Or you might need to wait until 3 at midnight to catch the first ferry on the next day. You will be killed. Scientist say that you will die 10 times if you lost the ferry. Here I thought of 10 ways I might get murdered.


1. Being stabbed from behind
2. Being thrown to the sea
3. Being choked to death with M&M
4. Being eaten by dogs
5. Being locked inside the abandoned industry and scared to death
6. Losing a fight with a group of local teenagers
7. Suffering from storm, wind and rain
8. Starving and thirst
9. You would just found me missing in the newspaper
10. Most scary, being killed by one look


You looked at the sea and you faced your life. You thought of your blog and how much you've been walk through your life with it. It is your mind, you observe and concluded, it is just adventures and sadness.

Just look back to the first articles and come back here, and you see differences. It is not how your language improves, it is just the confident inside your writings. It is all because you have always written your life down, sometimes you have to force yourself to step further. At the end, you can do it.

Same apply for your emotion and the ways of thinking.

I started to writing tragedies for a long time, maybe it is easier to express. But that I got used to thinking of it, and my life is missing happiness and hope, leaving sadness and conflicts, darkness and confusions. It is even in this article.

This is the nature of the blog, we get to know people by the blog usually, you will know why people get their different personally when they are writing. Because this is what they are used to do, used to think, used to write about. This is one of the writer's world.