i'm back

it's so hard to keep a blog. though you have nothing to do. why? why? why?

ibro lah. force me to blog. blog about what. my boring life that keeps on changing for the sake of a better life. which it turns out, is worse. missing some people badly. argh. if i stayed, however, i think life would be too comfortable. hey, i'm not complaining. just saying i miss some people out there. one person. not u lah! think what, your so special isit?

reading john grisham. it took me a while to get on with it. the story seems unbelievable and not so credible, however, interesting. on a scale of one to ten, six. the firm was worse though. i think i'm gonna go back to judith mcnaught. think it's time for some looove. then if i get sick of it again, back to paulo coelho. maybe atrimis fowl or stephen king. yes, i dun read that much.

books, sketch pad, net, these are my only solace now. i'm so free that i can hear myself breathe sometimes. even my heart beating. i'm not bored. i make use of my time. and i'm happy. always happy here.

my thoughts
they flow like river
as high as the clouds
that i can't grasp