That old storage at the edge of town…

Before this place’s born, I engraved my mind at Multiply.com, which as time goes by, got abandoned like all the things in my life. Yeah, same old story huh? Anyway, couple of days ago, while browsing for por…I meant, important things about life, world news and all that, suddenly curiosity nudge me to open my multiply page.

Once there, I re-read all of my postings, and memories flows like punctured balloon. Some of the posts are nicely written which makes my nose expands, while some others makes me want to bury my head in shame.

Those are a part of my life.

I also found some of my writings, works of fiction, that reminds me of a passion diminished. I have to admit, these are the ones that makes me sad. Not because of what’s in them, but what they represent. A part of me that was lost. How I long to have it back. To have it explode in fiery blaze and flourish with all the brightest colours.

Yeah. Am starting to whine.

You know what? I am sure I will get it back. It’s always in me. I’m trying to be positive here.

All in all, it was good to open that rusty door and see all the junk and trinkets inside. I surely will come back fromĀ  time to time, and who knows, maybe I’ll add another piece of memories there. Just like this place.

Oh, I’m thinking of moving some of the writing works here, but it’s in Indonesian so it’ll deviate from the continuity. Maybe I’ll post it with a translation, but we’ll see about that.

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One Response to “That old storage at the edge of town…”

  1. Aini Abdul Says:

    Loooong time ago, had good fun using multiply :)

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