25 yo Melbournian. Born and bred in the shadows of a city called KL. Survives on chocolates, lots of sleep and the comfort of good company. Loves a good laugh, a good book, a good cry, a good movie.

"Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love and something to hope for." - Joseph Addison

neglected

13.10.07

I've been neglecting this space for ahwile now, so time to give it a little bit of life.

Writing has become a chore for me these days. It doesn't help that i'm not exactly the best in translating thoughts into words, let alone to put it down on paper, or cyber-paper in this case. There were the few occassions where I started to write something, and then felt that it got a little too personal, and that I wasn't ready to share it with anyone so i hit the trusty ol' "delete" key. I must admit thought that writing was rather therapeutic. Probably not as effective as retail therapy, but definitely easier on the pocket.

I've been shamelessly addicted to my taiwanese dramas of late. I don't care that all the plots are the same, and that the actors are just rotated around in each series. And I don't care that they are all happily-ever-after stories. Neither do I care that they aim to deceive young girls into believing in the magic of grand corny gestures, and that romance isn't dead. In fact, I applaud it. And besides, it's helping with my Chinese. So I shall continue to feed my addiction, shamelessly.

What else? Oh, a car crashed into my house last week. "WHAT?" you say? That's right. An old man in his little suzuki swift, came through the neighbour's garden and fence and into my wall. Thankfully not into my room. The house now has a few cracks on the wall outside. Oh, and the old man was fine, with some minor scrapes on his knees and hands. He said the brakes failed. But the police confirmed otherwise, so the conclusion was that he must have stepped on the accelerator, instead of the brakes. Even I've done that before, so I get it.

Back to work for now...