March 18, 2011

story of a dinning table

·        I ask my self, why don’t I write more stories?

A word is like a thing which is easy come and easy go. I’ll begin on writing everytime I got too many words on my mind. But I think I should keep them in a jar since (sometimes) suddenly I lose a good mood to write even a word. And I let my dinning table turned into a working desk and then I got nothing except a messy ‘dinning desk’. 

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