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Welcome to Wonderland




“Nothing around here is quite as it seems
Not sure if anything's real or a dream
And the only thing sure from the start
Is the song that's inside of your heart
Don't let it leave”
Welcome to wonderland – Anson Seabra
         
          The “wonderland” that I’ll be talking in this script is about the wonderland of your dreams. My junior once asked me about my writings, “Where did you get your inspiration? How can you make such writings, a lot of them, even, in a brief period of time?” And I replied, “I get my inspiration from anything, from anywhere. It could be from my own past experiences, some words in a book that I like, a fraction of lyrics, movies or anything. And believe me, the more books that you have read, more movies that you've watched, more writings that you’ve done, and many songs that you've listened to will contribute to your ideas, it will makes your words flow like a river. Instantly.”

          It’s true. I often do that. I listened to a song, I conversed with my friends, and suddenly an idea popped in my head. Things get better if I write all of that down right away, though. But if it’s not, the idea will come back to me sooner or later, it always does. But one thing that I must do is I have to write that idea down, so I have the gist of what I want to write, at the very least. I can always develop and finish that idea later.

          Like Anson Seabra said on his “Welcome to Wonderland” that the only thing that is sure from the beginning is the song that you have inside of your heart, you should never let it fade away, ever. Hold your dream real tight, in your heart, and never let it go. No matter how dumb or how weird your dream might sound. I have a dream for my blog to be published in the form of a book, honestly. I have that one specific big dream in my heart, and I hold it close to me.

          So, welcome to wonderland! The place where you’ll find your wildest, most discrete, most joyful dream ever. May you have the best time of your life! And remember, everyone that leaves has a heavy heart. O Wonderland, I love. 



      (photo courtesy of google.com)

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  1. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
    The jaws that bite, the claw that catch."

    My mind is full of 'beware' Nan, sometimes it's become out of control somehow ๐Ÿ˜….
    In my most 'Jabberwock' moment, I sublimate, I do journaling too.

    "One two! one two! And through and through.
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!"
    Typing or writing, my pen or qwerty is my 'vorpal blade', 'snicker-snacking' my own evil.

    "He left it dead, and with its head.
    He went galumphing back."
    After finish and reread, dayum, that's a lot of 'blood' there, I learn a lot by your writing, especially the neutrality, mine is so much affect dominant and unfeasible by public.

    Keep it going, chase your dream Nan!

    all quotation courtesy of poem by Lewis Caroll - Jabberwocky.

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    1. It's really good that you do journaling too! Those things help, aren't they? Btw I will, Nel! Thanks for the kind words and your support! ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜Š

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