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Thursday, February 18, 2010 . 2/18/2010 01:52:00 AM

It's no surprise to anyone who really knows me that I want to be a writer; a journalist, novelist, reporter, script-writer, etc. 

Now, in between reports and studying for the exams, I feel so edgy without writing any good stories, songs or poems. It has become part of my life and also the reason of existence for this blog. Writing and reading fictions (and a bit of non-fiction, although generally not my forte) extensively has been part of my life since I started writing compositions back in primary school, and being encouraged by my teachers in both primary and secondary schools really enlightened me then. 

It's a bit of a curiosity, even to me, why I chose my current course (okay, I do know the reason), but I'm just gonna finish it and pursue my dream later. It can wait, right?


Just because I'm not in love with men, doesn't mean I'll fall for girls, Mum.

... Absolutely ABSOLUTELY loathe men...