|*gurgle gak squee*
||[May. 25th, 2003|11:58 pm]
|||||Dead Can Dance - Cantara||]|
I woke this morning with mindless rage in my mind. Ready to lash out anyone who dares to confront me, physically and verbally. God knows where I got the rage thing but somehow things got calmed down and now, Zen..
Truth to be told, I like being alone at times. Not everytime but sometimes. I guess it's pretty normal and not a big deal eh?
Anyhow, I feel like continuing the stories I wrote again. Thanks to Jules though, after I read the stories he posted in his LJ. Showed it to Phil and I think he is quite interested in it, so I should continue. Somehow, all of these brings back memories about Annie.. I still remember the Annie drawing which Rosey did, hahaha. Oh yes, I showed Caryn my writing and she said it was really dark, she couldn't even understand half of it. Hee~ Also she insisted me to post up my writings..
I don't know, drawings are okay eventhough at times and certain pictures, it is quite embarrasing for me to plug it up. The writings? I share it with certain friends, too shy to show it to everyone or the fear of getting my writings rejected or laughed at is overwhelming.. It's still embarrasing to read the edit version of my story which Jules wrote, errors and bad english galore! (I not speek english! I english badding!)
Ah well, there's room for improvement though.
Nuahey! Back to finishing touches of my life drawing painting. The wrath of my transsexual lecturer in the morning is definetly not my style of starting the day..