When you say nothing at all

Yeah, you’re right. That’s Ronan Keating’s song. And that’s one of the songs I love all this while. It’s funny when I can observe myself to speak or talk lesser over the years. I don’t mean I’m funny (even though everyone said I am) but to me, it’s a signal showing I’m growing more mature….

Good Lord, I finally can type something for my abandoned-for-ages blog. My poor laptop broke down terribly and it is still in the workshop now. There are so many things to talk about now and I don’t know where to start with. Let me see. Okay, why don’t I just do a little of bullet-point…