Starting all over.

It was a question I heard more than once, after my last post I published saying goodbye to the old Duniakita or sarahstea and ... "What are you going to write next, Sarah? After everything is over, what?"

I answered then that I didn't have to write anything next, not a word, and that all my last entries together said everything that I asked them to say. Having starved for a while, catching up with my papers, exams those kind of stuffs, it was fun not to have to work to midnights.

Still, everyday during this semester break I drove almost 23km from my house in Kuantan to the Beach just to get things back on track again. To learn to start all over, and I began to feel an old tension again. There was something left to say, and I haven't said it.

The thing is I enjoy writing. Very much. I've been eager to write anything, and there's like thousands of thing came bombarding my mind and forcing me to get back and write and a great dynamite-burst of flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall and somebody stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the throat and gently says, "I will not let you go until you set me, in words" That's how I start to write back, starting with this post.

What if somebody came along who was really good at this, who could teach me how my world works and how to control it? What if I could meet a super-advance.. What if a person came from the past to our time, with power over the illusions of the world because he knew the reality behind them? and what if I could meet him in person? what would he say? what would he be like?

and perhaps there are no coincidence in life. And perhaps there's something about you that you came here to remember.