Rumblings of a Disillusioned Lass

Have you ever been mugged/held up? 

If you've been reading my previous blog posts, I guess there is no need for me to say that it happened to me thrice. Yes 3 times. And all of those involved little to not so much violence and struggles. But I'm not posting this to reminisce those horrifying experiences. I'm typing this to share how those experiences along with friends' and acquaintances' related stories have changed my perspective about life. 

If you've been mugged, then it's inevitable that you become paranoid in so many ways especially when you set footsteps beyond your house' door. Paranoid to the point that your friends and family think you are crazy. You can't really blame us. I always say It's better to be this way than to experience it again. puurahmis! 

I may be taking it 'half-humoredly' right now but let me say that it still haunts me otherwise. 

The worst effect it had to me was the fact that I was disillusioned about everything. I was already a cynical & a skeptical lass before it happened so just imagine how I am now.  

I want to trust life. to trust people. I know how great it feels like to see the world from an innocent child's eyes. When everybody can be you friend. 

But how can I be when I've seen the small dark side of it? 

"My Commute's" Milestone

I've been lazy for the past few months and to be honest, none of my most recent updates were post-worthy. I know that's pretty harsh to say about myself /my blog but just being honest here. I always had a lot of inspirations of what to post, but by the time I got to face the computer, the excitement has already waned. :(

But this time, I had to make an effort, especially since I consider this period of my life as a milestone. 

My Commute --- that's the name of my blog. This documents my ramblings and sentiments about varied topics and this was started when I landed a full time job while studying which became my bread & butter ever since. When I started this, I thought it was a major leap towards a broader horizon. But just recently, I realized I didn't go too far. From August of 2009 (this blog's anniv) til my last post, all of those journeys were in fact just short trips along small streets. But this time, my real journey begins. Right now, I feel like I'm not just treading streets but major highways. Real pathways to wherever my destination is. Like highways in urban areas, the journey is more dangerous, more risky and more uncertain. But I'm willing to take it all. I'm just starting a new life and I'm not gonna let my apprehensions get in the way. 

So sit back let's tread this together. 

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