It was a quote which took me back to peep into the past. I do not consider myself as the kind who tend to forget earlier times. Somehow, I guess collecting a full versions of earlier time is just not my capacity.

Being entrapped in a series of both orderly and jammed tasks, I sensed this bizzare hint that I was not suffered from any burden at all. Who am I then, so familiar and dissimiliar at the very same time?

So when I stumbled upon this idea of not pushing the balance but taking life as series of chapters, I was taken back to the time when I was so young and so wise to put myself without boundary in asking the questions.

Isn’t it what I basically believe? It’s really difficult, if not a fantasy, to expecting the exact same chapters in a book. Whether it is a dull textbook or a fascinating best-seller novel, there are always some chapters so light you don’t remember reading them, and others so dense you think you might give up, or even be challenged. Of course, there are some in the middle between.

I guess this piece will be another ‘intrapersonal communication’ (Bayukaze, 2008). I call it ‘talking to myself’ instead. Well, my friend, I guess you are right. After all that’s why we write a weblog in the first place, isn’t it? Or let’s say it’s me we are talking about :). Taking a crack at saying what I want to say, when I just can not say, or when I think I’d rather not say..

*foreword of 3 parts*

To be continued