I realise i have yet to see so much and feel so much. As much as i want to, i am stuck in this small cubicle of mine.. How much more can i take when i can't even handle the thoughts i am having, the perceptions i have cultivated? No man think alike. Who would one truly understand another when you are still you?
Sunday, April 04, 2004
journal
this is my very first online journal after so many donkey years.. i decided to leave my pen and paper go.. wondering if it has the same feelings i had writing instead of typing... i was wondering if pple wud waste their time looking at other pples journals.. if yes, why dun they start writing their own? contradicting.. feels abit weird when u know ur journal is something personal and yet now u are writing to let everyone see... blah blah blah... i mite as well quit the blogspot thingy rite? anywayz, if it happens, it happens.. one fine day i mite as well leave this place and continue to doodle on my conservative pen and my book..=)