diary

people dont understand why i keep a diary and a web log at the same time.
i like words.
and their ability to touch, to manipulate,
to intensify the most insignificant things in life.
i'm no longer recording events.
i see no meaning in it.
when all i need are memories (which is rapidly fading)
perhaps i fail to retain, perhaps i choose not to.

when you write on the fresh pages of a paper, the ideas flow, it's.. just uncontrolled, unrestrained.
there are no rights or wrongs in it.. i reckon.
i used to use this blog to be the voice of issues. to criticise everythig from the government to the society to my neighbour next door. blasphemies as well, i believe.

now i think twice.
there's no place in this world that allows for total freedom of speech.
except the fresh pages of my pink diary.