It almost scares me how much you'd forgotten about the ways of letting thoughts flow from your brain to your fingertips. It's as though every vein of imagination in you is blocked.

No stories.

No rewording of intense thoughts.

No hideously detailed but incomplete recounts.

No randomness.

The best word-smithing I can do now is thinking up Facebook statuses.

Or maybe, just maybe, the reason why I'm so blocked up right now is because I face the pressure to please & wow people. Nigel's one of those people. A few others that I shall not name as well because I might end up pressuring THEM.

Style of writing? Mia Thermopolis style? Cool style? Serious? Funny? Random? Rojak? Mood?

I suppose, I'll just be me. :)

Egad, I was even wondering if my posts should be emoticon free.

...nah.

:D

See, smiley emoticon happy I didn't ban them from my posts! Yay Carmelia!

So, does this conclude my first post? :D

Nah. I'll just ramble some more.

The blog will not be a commercial one. If there are followers or stalkers (Am not worried because the stalkers I know of so far are safe people. So far.) then awesome, I love you mwah mwah! If not, it's okay.

I guess I'm keeping a blog because I know I'll need somewhere to release thoughts occasionally. Somewhere other than Facebook.

It's so unfair how my Facebook- sorry, Facecake, friends, know about my ups & downs more than I know about them. Or their last names. Or their ages. Not that I friend strangers, it's just a tad difficult to remember 500 last names and ages.

Hopefully, this room (Blog, but I called it room. Deal with it.) will prevent me from spamming everyone's Facecake newsfeed.

That's the temporary Mission of this room.

Another Mission would be... so that I don't regret not keeping a blog. Facecake statuses can tell you that much. I want to be able to read old blogs & remember things.

Well, that's it, then. Remember me talking about how blocked up I feel? No, not a stuffed nose, I meant, with my writing.

Yeah. It's a bit like, having sat down for so long, when you get up, your legs are quite weak at first. I feel very, very weak now.

I hope my writing ability & inspiration will return soon. I miss the excitement I feel writing. Toodles, people.