While reading back the quotes of my life, again, I couldn't believe myself that I actually wrote that. All the angst, the thoughts, the comments, rants in my head, I wrote them in words and posted them on my blog.
I started my first blog as a platform for me to publish my quotes, poems, stories and any creative shizzie that whispering in my head. I've always like to write, whether it is scribbling on my head or on a piece of paper. My only problem is I can't write in a book. I bought lots of books, lovely ones, with cute designs, and some scented. I even consider buying Moleskin notebook (google it if you don't know WTF is that), since it is such a hype, but too expensive for my budget. Whenever I scribble on the paper in a book, my idea just didn't flow comparing to writing on a piece of tissue paper or some draft paper.
Here are some of my scribbling scribbled pieces:
Poem and story is what I aimed to write at first, but now, blog has become my ranting spot. Sucks. Sort of.
Starting working life (ok,intern life), it's pretty tiring and time just isn't enough to do many things in life (such as sleeping, I need my 16 hours beauty sleep everyday). Back then, as a student, time is abundance. I wonder who wrote blog for Lim Kit Siang since his blog update as frequent as Perez Hilton. I thought he is a VERY busy politician.
