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| I believe that many people have reasons why they write in diaries/journals/blogs.:P Hey, I can even list some of those here pretty easy: 1."I just love writing. It's my hobby." 2.I think too much. If I don't do something really constructive and productive about it, I am afraid that my poor head will soon explode!*big evil grin* 3."I write better than I talk, and I don't feel like wasting other people's precious time listening (and waiting impatiently) to my stutterings. That's awfully embarrassing!" 4."Not everybody in the world can always accept brutal honesty. That's what I am truly aware of." 5."I feel that the world is slowly lacking sympathy.:( Still, you know what to do when nobody bothers to at least spend a little time to listen to your problems." 6."I can be my own heroine in my own storybook!";D 7.... ...and the list could go on forever. However, I'd like to sum it all up with my own reason these days: "This is my way of keeping my sanity." ......................... *big evil grin* Yes, people. That's right. I am seriously addicted to writing. This has been my therapy. You may and may not like what I write in here. That is truly up to you. Besides, I am just here to present my point of view. So, welcome to my world. The Author |
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Alright, I haven't been writing anything for the past couple of days --- and now I'm slowly getting myself back used to it again.:P My hands are still rather stiff now, but I'll try anyway. Ugh.:| The first day of Eid (October 13): A celebration at Grandpa's house in Panglima Polim, South Jakarta (The Restaurant). It was fun, although tad exhausting too.:P I was very grateful for the unusually quiet traffic (since most of the residents were going out of town to celebrate Eid Mubarak with their extended families.:D) The sun was scorching pretty bad, though. Thank God I didn't have to wear a thick, tunic top or something else like that.:P The second day of Eid (October 14): A major cleaning up in Panglima Polim. I ended up falling asleep with exhaustion, only to be awaken by Mom who wanted to take Dad and me out for dinner.*yawns* For chicken satay, I'd go for it!:P The Author | ||
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