i started writing my own blog way back when i was in pre-clinical phase. i had introduced multiply to most of my friends, and they, too had created their own account and had started to manage their own blogs.
none of them are still writing, except Mr Chee koon who has sustained his own blog until now, from multiply to quiting it and starting all over again in blogspot.com
i swear if it isnt speed problem as multiply seems to have always take ages to load a page, i wouldnt have quitted my multiply and joined blogspot.com.

it's a matter of faithfulness. *ceh*

it's my own personality which i have zero tolerance towards any form of slowness/retardation, except people with mental retardation * palm firmly applied on my apex beat*

i guess, i love writing just like how i love escaping from crowd, and really be myself.

sometimes i wonder why on earth would i reveal too much of myself?

just like how i love people writing to me, and me replying non-stop.
i was once asked, of all the four things, which would i choose to express my love? touch-gift-time-words.

touch- it's an absolute no-no to me. a slight pressure applied on my skin, i would jump like how a chicken is about to be slaughtered. just how super-uncomfortable feeling i have about touching.

gift- i have always loved gifts which i could put it to use for daily life, like a BOX of pen, a BOX of A4 papers, a BOX of high-lighters, or a nice book, but i end up getting doll, doll, doll, which are nice to see, good to hold, but once broken, that's it.

time- yes. but i love spending time with myself, and my own space, and to have people spending time with me, it would be good once in a blue moon, but not too frequent=)

yes. i chose words.

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