I went home last night to write my diary. If The Man knows about it he wouldn't understand.
I flipped to a new page and realised I haven't been writing at all for 2012. Well in the first place I'm hardly in my house for more than 30 days this year, I think. Everytime I go back, its like Diner-rush, I've got that little time to finish washing my lingeries, hang them, do abit of self grooming and DING DING DING time's up, hands off whatever you're doing The Man and his bike is here to pick me up.
So last night, I fought the desire to continue with my youtube surfing and started writing instead. 45 minutes with myself. To sum up, 2012 is soooo full of twists and turns, not only in my life but also my loved ones.
