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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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Well, last Sunday, I finally decided to hang out with the girls in Monas (Monumen Nasional - The National Monument), Their cousin Dedi came by to join us. He was such a quiet guy, but maybe that was to be expected --- especially with three noisy girls.*big evil grin* We all had lunch in KFC in After that, Hani and I watched a French movie "Love Is In The Air" in Blitz, while Ragil and Dedi took off earlier. I'm glad I decided to stick around to watch it, because the movie was dead funny!:D*giggles* It was a smart comedy I wish I could write myself.:P It's a story about a man named Yann Kerbec who's been playing safe most of his youth, only to find that --- in this fragile, yet unpredictable life --- sometimes you must risk everything in order to have it all. At seven pm, Hani and I parted and took our different buses. I returned to Buncit. Emir greeted me at his place with a remark: "Thank God I've finally had some company here. I've been all alone since five and it's just scary!" "Aww, I'm sorry."*big evil grin* I remembered that my brother was away to pick up our sister and D.G. at the airport from "That's okay," Emir replied casually. Then he called to order delivery for our dinner while I headed to the bathroom for a shower. Man, the weather was so freaking hot outside!:| Worst of all, I had pretty serious burn on my face. (Surprise, surprise --- even something like this could also happen to an Asian girl with a perfect tan.*rolls eyes*) The complexion on my face and neck was so much darker then on my entire body. My nose was red. I touched it and...ouch, it hurt.:( Stinging like a real bitch. And it still feels tad sore today, although not as much. Mom told me not to touch it for a while and use "Pinocare" to heal the burn. he even reminded me to put on an SPF 30 and wear a hat next time outdoor. Many thanks to global warming.*scoffs* How was my interview today? Okay, I guess. It's not that I don't care if I'm going to get the job or not. It's just...I don't want to worry too much about it. Remember, I'm not a lazy brat who quits easily.;) By tomorrow, I'm going to say goodbye to this fun sanctuary at Emir's place and go back home. Time to re-enter reality as it is. The Author | ||
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