.when i feel like to.

i feel like typing something.

*long pause*

but come to think of it, what's the point of this whole blogging thing anyway?

to tell the whole world about who i am? like they care.
to tell the whole world about the on going in my atmosphere? like they care.
to tell the whole world about my opinion on things? like i care.

some people blog as they pleased. some for fun. some to look cool. some just for the heck of it. some for practice of writing.

still, i cant see the point of why I blog at the first place and become addicted to it. i do remember that i started to blog when i came across abby's page and thought to myself that it's a good place to start polishing my writing skill and since i have nothing better to do at home (i was in muar at that time) i might as well, start one my own.

Then my ex started to join in, and this blogging thing became the starting point of our fight. I stop for a while, for my own sake, before started to blog again end of last year. And still doing it regularly.

But really, what's the use of having a blog?

Never mind that.

Spent some days with Muzzo. The guy helped me to let loose. I was going bonkers. We were at the Putrajaya bridge watching sunset (in the haze) and boats (waving at the passengers) in a windy weather ala titanic or something, when i realized i miss myself. Or, am i confused?

Sheesh i'm going gila. Questioning stuff i've never should have ask.




Living my life pathetically happy.
__Ib