:: muara senandika ::

Grabbed from here. There were times when you want to post something to your blog but you didn’t know what to write. Zzz. So here I am, typing some words at fifteen to eleven PM alone, in front of a turned-off television (it is only on when the kids are “on”, btw). For me, life begins after ten PM. What am I gonna talk about? Hm. Oh well, I was wondering (or planning?) if someday I write a book. A book that, maybe not even exist in any section in book stores nor that interesting so people will buy it. But I want to. Really want to do it because…it has been my dream for ages, gosh. A book that I am gonna considered it as a gift for myself. It will picture almost everything draws in my life. It might be a reminder, a note, a memorable story, a poem from my journey, …a form of self-love. I have been in love with writings (and also blogging) for almost a decade ago. Been dreaming write my own book too since in college. But the thought of making this happen