has my life run out of stories to tell? my life had stopped telling stories.
for once, after i started to blog, i have no life's stories to share. (i don't know why i keep using the word, "life", but its as if more philosophical, so bear with me)for once, i have this brain block that i fail to generate stories that i think my fellow friends, also my once faithful readers, would find interest in reading.
i feel that i am too boring to be read. i feel un-janed. shocking. shocking.
what i see through my eyes, fails to come out as a story. and what i feel in my heart fails to be written in words.
and when i [temporarily] stopped blogging, i stopped reading my friends' blogs. and i feel so disconnected, so disconnected.. i feel so left behind, and just too juiced out to race all the way front. and hence, the total disconnection. keeping up seems like an endless effort, for a moment there, i needed to take a break and hid myself in the dark corner, between that two walls.
but today, the sunshine beamed down into that corner i was hiding.
past many weeks, although seemingly lost from the existance in my blog,i was still updated with the many happenings from home, eg. the Allah controversy and how convent taiping received some national media attention (youl), merentas desa from school........school's ketua pengawas campaign, my friends trip to Tambun sambil belajar ke Hospital Ipoh, sentral's new skating ring and oh bloody oh blaadahs.
Lastly, HAPPY FEBRUARY, people!
February sudahpun mari, jom sama-sama bernyanyi, berpesta berseri-seri, asal tak makan babi.
February comes the new year.