I always wanted to be a writer. to write stories and poems. or write something about myself and the world and everything that happens around me and what i feel everyday and what i dream about and some love story even though i don't have any. i read books and poems and always wanted to be like them; the writers, the poets. they wrote in their own world. they wrote almost about anything. frankly yet imaginative. honesty yet cynical. but i'm a little bit afraid that no want would like to read. because it might be a little boring or stereotypical or nonsense or might have i-macam-pernah-baca kinda feeling. and because i have a little ability to write. i mean i can dream very well and imagine lotsa things but my vocabulary is low. very low. i do not have the right words to put in my poems. you know the bunga-bunga kind of words. and i do not know how to arrange the plot in my story. it's true. i never learn how to write well and how to be a writer.
however, i love to write. in my black book which i keep it to myself. poems of what i went through everyday. okay not everyday. but whenever the ideas got into my head. or when the mood of writing knocking the door of idea. or when i'm alone and think about him. it's always him. him that will never exist. i guess. or someday he'll find me. or i'll found him.
p/s: this is no a photoblog anymore. but there will be once in a blue moon.
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