Journal

i’ve forgotten when was the last time i posted some lengthy entries inside here. ever since i went Twittering, almost all of my recent posts are mainly pictures and some random rants which at times doesn’t make any sense. Twitter changed me. not in a bad way but still. i think i’ve lost my ability to blog. i used to enjoy writing long-eye-tiring-entries, but not anymore. honestly i have tons of interesting stuff to blog but the thoughts just won’t synchronize with my fingers thus producing some lame short random entries. well, as if my blog is worth reading anyway.

I used to have a paper journal when I was in my early teens and it's a hard-cover pink book. It's not really a diary, just a really thick book I bought from somewhere.

I don't have it anymore. As a young teenager I'm sure there are all sorts of things flying around in the head and some of it are too embarrassing to be read in public. Hehe. I burnt it a while ago just to let go of all the young teen craziness I've had in the past. I think my sister might have read it but I don't think she understands anything written or sketched in there. I guess I was one of those crazy art children. I put all my drawings, sketches, magazine cut-outs et cetera to make a picture out of my current life. It was fun reading it again, and surely is one good museum material but up to this day I don't want anybody to find out about it. It's burnt to ashes now so it's safe. Hehe.

And I started blogging when I was in Form 4 until now :)

And since being at home, I've come to realise that my laughters probably sound phony to careful ears as happiness came in such a torrential amount that I couldn't really laugh at stuff that are really funny, I just laugh at everything. I think I owe myself lots of it, from the amount of "numbness" that I painted all over my heart to keep up with the demands of college life.

and last but not least.

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toodles~