People, you know what's the time at this point of start of this post? It's the dreadful morning near dawn time I hate to stay awake till like usual, because sleeping at this time means waking up at late noon. Do you know why? Because, our nice Blogger.com is lagging with American potatoes waiting to blog as if Doomsday is just tomorrow!! Well done the English people. A moment's flick can just cause the connection to Blogger.com lost don't you guys know! Why is your country so holy big?! I'm really tired now, I want to sleep and not wait anymore! SAVE ME!!
Yeah, come to it, why not blog tomorrow stupid Hawwei ? When sitting and waiting for the posting part to appear , (which took me about 1 hour and 15 mins of my beauty slumber ready for me) I pondered over this. Why am I in a rush and compulsorily post?
In the past, the reason why I started a blog is because Regina had one too. But sadly, she's doesn't supports mine greatly and for the whole course of time, I think, she tagged at my blog less than 15 times? I painstakingly wrote for her to feel entertained lest she complains about the immense boredom being online. I updated it like every now and then, sometimes trying to drive a message to her but she didn't even care c'mon? So why should the reason behind my somehow regular ( lah) blogging remains to be for her? After our break up, I felt so much overwhelmed with rashness to kill my blog , and end it's meaning of being.
I traveled between thoughts of ending it and second thoughts every now and then. The moment I see my blog, I saw it's meaning. The moment I read my posts, I saw the pains of not being recognized and concerned by one I loved in the past. I wrote and updated them , changed picture after picture, but to none of the least recognition.
I'm so thankful to God for this, it's like a miracle but I see the reason why am I blogging and for whom , am I blogging. I get to receive the questions accompanied with concern, love and joy from that person who loves reading my blog. Who checks it the moment I'm out at Internet Explorer, who comments on every post of mine, and the one who brings me to utmost joy. The one who now sends me commitment to be forked out at, the one who tells me it's never the right time to say goodbye, the one who understands me when all she does is think. Wow, she's a wonder. Oh yea, and the one who wants love poem at my blog! It's up somewhere here anyway, check it out for yourself. I'm like half dead now so, pardon my leave. Good "mornight" people. Good night her.
Why am I blogging? You.
Since you left me dead laid here ;
[3:58 AM]
Hawwy
I speak in deep ungracefulness and I'm not those geeky , cute , bea(it)chy boys you go after. I'm a dangerous game to play, and you won't have enough tears to pay.
Give me that
Burberry boxers
N95
Laptop bag
Wireless Mouse ( Bluetooth )
160 Gb portable HDD
MORE RAM
Windows Vista Home Ed
A photo taken with Kirsten Dunst