My personal history with blogs had been a transformation of my own musings. My first blog using a different platform was about high school life: rants, angst, what-ifs, what-nots. As I moved into college, I deleted my first blog and moved to others, bringing the almost same texture and feel from high school, but more inane and senseless. My first years of work permitted me to again delete my old blog and start a new one, this time, about the joys and pains of being part of the “real world”.
But when I started my graduate studies, I felt that writing about the same things that I used to write was no longer… “intelligible”. I felt that my writing skills were wasted on the same old mundane topics that lacked depth and breadth and intellectual criticism. Graduate school taught me how to think beyond what the eye can see, to look closely into the lines that formed the pictures we encounter, and the shades that are not given attention.
My writing skills were strengthened, nay, toughened, when I wrote my master’s thesis. I was supervised by one of the best, if not the best, in the field of historical research. I realized in the process that writing is not just an art, but also a discipline. The forging of words, I was taught, must not be done mindlessly but delicately crafted like an artist and precisely observed like a scientist.
This blog is already my sixth in my personal history of writing. It is still personal as it reflects my thoughts, yet different in the strokes that I will be employing. I hope that I will be able to make this work.
