Since the first day I registered this blog, I consider it as a diary and hope to remember things in my life, but it's just hope.

The best excuse for not insisting on updating is being busy. I finally admit that a proper mood is needed to write a diary, or something special happened. but what if it becomes a habit that we used to ingoring things happened beside us, or even there isn't anything special? Should I give up to write diary or insist to describ my dull life? If I just let the time flies away, and years later, would I doubt that I hadn't experienced these days?

When life is simple, you feel nothing to write down, when you are busy, you have no time to write..

 

Today is a mess, what i said is a mess..