For some crazy reason,
I feel like it's time to move on again.
Away from blogger.
must be from blogging my first post at livejournal.
But this space is special,
Even though I'm not sure if angel dear still frequents this spot.
Recently, I have been doing crazy amounts of research on random things like food, lots of food. The number of recipes that I now want to accomplish is totally insane.
My two other top items to type into that friendly google search bar. Interior designing blogs. I love how the houses all look so pretty and together. I'm so envious! I promised myself to getting round to doing my room wall soon. After the packing of notes, clearing the table and throwing away the things that I have let pile up but are totally useless.
And of course, blogs that have pictures of travelling. I love pictures of streets in other countries, the nature there, the shophouses and just the beauty of other countries.
I want to travel ): now. with preferably my two best friends!
And today, I found out cafewriting re-opened. (: I don't submit, too ashamed of my really poor writing skills. But there's nothing I enjoy better then reading all the submissions.
It's crazy but I just realized I miss blogging ):
I miss writing random things and typing stories.
I need to start writing soon.
Get my mojo back.
I'm so tired of this, so so tired of this.
i'm just never going to be good enough for you ever.
I miss the words that used to flow so readily,
I miss the heart that used to be satisfied so easily,
I miss the smile that used to cover my face.
I miss the part of me that was so sure of your grace.
I miss the happiness that used to flood over me,
I miss how I could be me and not worry,
I miss your hugs that are such a comfort,
I miss being face to face and just laughing at our actions.
I miss how we could talk for ages about nothing.
I miss the telephone calls.
I miss, I miss, I miss,
I miss you best friend.
And I miss me, at least the old me.
I was just reading a few different blogs,
and I realised that possibly I'm trying to hard to be someone I'm not.
And yet, I'm not so sure I know who I am.
At times, I want to be this super woman person,
in-charge and totally confident.
And yet, there are times I want to be this sad, depressed person.
But most of the time,
I want to revert back to the happy person I was.
The one that was happy where she was in life,
happy doing things, just being happy.
I scare myself.
Dear Jacqueline!
Angel Dear,
for some reason, you are never on skype when I'm there.
You're not online when I'm online either.
You don't have a facebook account that I can talk to you through.
So we have gone almost forever without talking.
Thus, I am left with no choice but to send you this message through our blog,
for you to please reply me, asap.
I miss you, and it would be nice to talk to you soon.
okay?
much love
