It's funny. I have the feeling to write the moment I lay on my bed. I guess my bed is a magical boat that allows me to sail trough the night accompanied by various crazy ideas. Many things jumbling up in my mind like a buffet of delicious dessert waiting to be swollen.
It's even funnier that I have stopped blogging for almost 10 years and I start craving to write again now, which is, believe me, the most inconvenient time. Nailah, my 3-years-old baby girl is crying or should I say screaming her life out of her throat. A parent will never believe and accept that something so simple like losing your doll can become the most tragic incident in her life. I'm sorry but my heart tells me to ignore her and let her deals with the despair herself so that she will learn to control her emotions and needs from time to time by herself. Well, now she is singing, so I think my method works wonder! Horay!
Do you know, what is the funniest thing? The funniest thing is you will always find ways to do what you love to do. If you love a guy, you will try to impress him, being the most polite lady on earth when you see him, walk like the miss universe and your voice will automatically become soft tone. Well, obviously I'm married so I don't need to impress my husband anymore because he is already impressed with whoever I am for the whole 10 years of marriage. It's a solid example, love. But, it is what it is. You will do, whatever it takes because you love it. So whatever is coming, be it. Don't get lost.
And how I love writing so much, I will try my best to give my all with my creepy, crap writing over here. Oh, how ten years gone without my masterpiece. Ha ha. Embrace me guys, I'm all yours. Good night. Will beautify my blog soon. Hope so.
Tuesday, May 18, 2021
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