So I guess that's what this blog is all about, I mean, about me, my life and myself. Egocentric, everything should be me-related. But the problem is when it gets to anything me-related, it will grow distant from me, the subject matter, and close to some sonuvabitch and his annoying misconducts.
I want to write fictions, real fictions, complicated fictions, that's what I aim for. Too bad every time I set my hands on the keyboard, all I do is whining about my lousy activities that last from day to day, never-ending and everlasting. I also want to write essays on a variety of subjects. Right now I don't know what is the problem with me, I think I don't have time-management skills or something.
I've been quite cheerful lately, due to the fact that my lovelife has gotten so much better and sweeter. Of course you can't expect to obtain any leaked information here, but I still have to tell you that it's mostly what I give my thoughts to these days.
Anyway it's 1:32 in the morning, and I'm sounding like some creepy old dude so good night to those reading this.
