here goes

the second blog, established for one purpose - to spill out my thoughts of the day. storing all these thinking rusts my mind. emotionally disturbed, most times. like what? wanting someone to hear u badly? nooohh. just writing to relieve some stress, which stacked on my head sometimes. heavily. yea no one is gonna visit this place often though.

what's on my mind?

first, i decided to make this(blog) because i oftenly visit some(one)'s blog, which i hope s(he)'ll post new things on her blog. but too bad, she rarely update it. that white background, grey fonts, i like it. sometimes she write poems. creative. really interested with her character. her look... shes cute. when i watch Taylor Lautner's face on Abduction, reminds me on her. heh.
secondly, making myself comfortable with my second language, English. Getting Band 3 on MUET kinda sucks. I still remember during the listening test, the sound system was....ergh. Really annoying. Can't focus the recordings. But it's still my own fault for not making sufficient preparation. Thinking of making a turn, I want myself to be better in English. Ah and suddenly I'm capitalized my typings.
I thought of drawing a comic during my free time. Inspired by HLOVATE, I decided to make a comic based on the story "Rooftop Rant". Made some sketches but suddenly I stopped sketching after I met her.

Emotion shakes. I make myself sound pathetic sometimes.
Now lets speak about talent. You(me) got talent right?

Talent is nothing, without output.
Am I wasting the gifted talent?
(yes I did)

*raining outside

Working part time at The Coffe Bean and Tea Leaf.... I met some people. A punjabi manager, a widow at the age of 39 with 1 year old baby, young manager who is same age as me, Indians(so many of them -.-), a boy who looks like Changmin+Yunho made me look at him often. What the.... don't get me wrong.

I'm planning to buy my first guitar this morning. Miyul told me to buy a tuner which is around just RM15.

I can't stand anymore letting this vengeful, tormented soul suffer. I want it to be free as it is. Pure. Pure. Living in serenity ever after. Serenity.

Did I just admit that I'm . . . . sufferring? Pathetic nohh. Get a grip!