Just. Don’t. Let. Go.

Some people said that writing is talking without being interrupted.

But writing blog, or blogging, for me is a way to survive.

I have been writing for… I don’t know how long. I remember writing my own novel adapting from Enyd Blyton when I was in primary 6. I came from a middle class family and was the last in the family. My parents did not spoil me.  So, I needed to save some of my allowances to buy a note book in which I wrote my first novel. The story took place in Australia because one of my friend’s brother got scholarship to study in Australia. I thought at that time, what a heaven, to be able to go abroad like that. And I still think like that until now. sigh. So, I read magazines and found information about OZ. I remember using certain vocabularies to explain how my character dress up. Pullover, velvet, satin, ah… that was a great feeling.

……unfortunately,