I hate the impact that PHR had on me.
Urgh! Now the ideas are flowing... I can't stop it. I'm into writing---the only field in arts I'm scared, really scared, to try. Funny, 'cause I'm actually doing it---the blogging. LOL
But this time, it is kind of writing that really sucks. You know what I mean? It is nice when the piece is written by famous author or one of my friends who really has the talent to write. It sucks when I am the one whose doing it.
I have some ideas that's going on in my mind and I think I want to put it on the paper but when I put it on the paper, it gets cheesy and sometimes I want to puke LOL. Because I'm not used to writing and reading my own work.
I have some essays and scribbles and when I let my friends read it, I'm gonna tear it on the notebook and burn the papers... until the papers that have all my ideas burn into ashes. So, I don't have any proofs that I can show you that back to my high school days I really tried to write something.
This will be my first attempt to post a fictional story. I will be posting a story on my next entries. Hahaha. And it's gonna be a tag-lish story. Like those you read on PHR pocketbooks. ^^ Don't expect that much LOL.
