My First... Journal

I've post quite a number of articles, but all my posting is just half of me.. my thought, my sense and my awareness but still it not reflecting me as i am.. this going to be my first, as myself.. this is my journal of live...
Never thought that this going to be hard.. sweating in-front my pc, cursing but still hoping.. there's nothing to be afraid of and this step of mine would harm nobody, everyone knows that.. but still adrenaline rushing in all my blood stream causing my heart beating faster.. Am i afraid of revealing my inner thought? or am i just being excited about all of this?.. The question remain unanswered.. and i still have not began my journal.. i don't know how and where to began.. In this blue, i remember what my mother once taught me on my earlier days.. "Kerja yang paling sukar adalah memulakan kerja itu sendiri", those time, being a teenager with a spirit of rebellion and anarchy.. i shout, "apahal pulak.. yang susah nak buatlah.. nak mula bebila boleh mula".. This time, deep inside i know it's true.. As being myself, this where my journal began...
"I have a Pen. It's blue in colour and that makes it a blue pen. It's not expensive, nothing special about it but still it's important to me as this very pen have doing a job that my tv set or my car can't even compromise, so this is my precious unexpensive blue pen.."
This might not a good beginning, but still it good enough for me to keep on writing. Thank's Mak....