So it was summer time and there was really nothing to do. most of my colleagues had gone back to their homes, even my housemates had left and i was home alone. hmmm, home alone, so i move in with some friends of mine who are still around, not many and we do some fun stuff, all along i think, i want to start a new hobby, something different, so i decide i would learn to fotoshop pictures which should keep me busy enough throughout summer but then again, i remember the time when i used to write,write stories, both long and short and i miss that time and the joy writing brought me and so i wonder.
hmmm, was it med' school because it looks like it, i even read less now(novels i mean) or is it that i just lost my inspiration, that drive, that thing that caused my pen to move over sheets and sheets of paper with ease. yes, i think i lost it, and right now, i don't care how or when. i want it back and i know i am going to find it.....somehow. not exactly sure what i want to write or do with this blog, but am gonna figure it out soon enough
ps. am gonna have fun here.......hehehe
