I just can't write. Someone needs to borrow brain and creative stock.
It’s been many moons ago since I last typed my organized brain-farts here in my tiny web space. Perhaps, I was overwhelmed by several circumstances of life – fusion of calmness and obscurity (Haha!). I would rather think I ran out of good and messy views to tell – that producing a blog entry is difficult to pull off.
Days from now, my blog site will celebrate its first year existence in this communal thoughts-sharing-site, and in so far as this site progresses I’ve been mentioning many things – from simple social problems to the very core of my rational understanding on things (things that I would probably laugh about when I reach mid-life). My head is a mess as of this statement so pardon me if I really just can’t write.
Life is so beautiful that I can’t all justify it in sets of paragraphs and words. It seems that my thoughts and an opportunity to write are really miles apart.
I often consider myself a blogger and I often (and most of the time) refuse to write.
