lazy

After i started reading any human heart, i realised that my blog is really a futile attempt at a journal. This is so not like a journal and its more of a private publication (oxymoronic) here. I write craps, and i dun record the happenings of the day. perhaps simply becoz it wld be repetitive? or maybe i jus cant commit myself to doing such mundane writings. Perhaps today i shall then tell u ppl abit about life, minus all the drama mama stuff.

went to skl.
went for lessons.
went for breaks.
went back to lessons.
went to sleep.
so nearly Gone.
But then it Came!
came to cafe.
came into company.
came into registration.
came into success.
came into life.
came into being.

"Today." It came. It turned. It went.
(But didnt i say it "went" first before it "came"?? Hmm.....)

Thinking nonsensical. Meaning i'm normal.
Lazy to write on.

who even reads these posts? wonder if i'll still be writing if one day i realised i'm the onli who reads it.