one more hour before we come to the last day of 2010, here I am sitting in front of my lappy wondering what took me so long to write in here...a question I myself wonder.
I love writing. Seriously I do. but I don't know what went wrong. Maybe this year daily I'm always busy with workload, functions to attend and my brains and my own strength is too tired to even think or write. But this is one tiring year I have to admit. but I have nothing to complaint (i think so).
I have not lose interest in writing, maybe I just blanked for some time...
I love writing. Seriously I do. but I don't know what went wrong. Maybe this year daily I'm always busy with workload, functions to attend and my brains and my own strength is too tired to even think or write. But this is one tiring year I have to admit. but I have nothing to complaint (i think so).
I have not lose interest in writing, maybe I just blanked for some time...
Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted. ~Jules Renard, Journal, 10 April 1895
