so lately, i've found myself longing for the days when i could just stay home for weeks at a time and just write and write and write - killing myself over words, scenarios and characters that won't stop flowing out of me. i miss that. i miss sitting serenely in the dead of the night - awash in silence save for the sound of my fingers tapping earnestly over letters - with a cup of white tea in hand, stringing thoughts together that help bring the worlds in my head into a tangible reality; but looking back, that moment feels so foreign to me now.

you see, ever since finishing my half-arse novel, graduating from college and stupidly making a pact with myself that i was never ever going to write again (at least for a long while), and finally landing a robotic-job, i've been starting to feel incredibly dumb - as if the four plus years i spent in college, sharpening my literary brain, never happened.

but whatever, i probably just lack the practice of stringing words together. i really need to write more, even if it's about idiocy. so, i promise to TRY to keep this blog alive. but first, it needs a facelift. new blog layout soon!