this place has been a wonderful playground, like my very first entry back on 2006 (snap i deleted all of my old entries once upon a time ago- okay i was eff-ing stupid, i know). It was fun telling stories of my life, i mean my real life over here. the love, the constant complaints on the moronic little life i lead in this strange land called Auckland, the never ending short stories (forgive me for writing halfway, i don't intend to finish them up), the story of A, B, C and X, Y, Z and many other alphabetical muses.
it used to be when i couldn't wait to finish up the lectures to go home and write, because ideas were so much, and this idiotic life gave me inspiration more than i expected it could deliver. it used to be the day when i didn't care much writing names, or initials, because i knew there were only 2 visitors a day came to read my ramblings. i could be anything that i want.
except all of that are history. and history are not meant to be brought back to life. because it holds the best part of someone's life.
this playground houses more malfunction swings and seesaw than i know. it needs to go through some renovation. or maybe closed forever.
2 comments:
ala, done la close. but i admit..i pun have a lot to say back then, now like i feel ive written everything dah..buut
"i guess this must've been what jk rowling felt when she wanted to start writing back for the new episode of harry potter novel =p"
....ini tak perlu ye. haha
hehehe.
Post a Comment