It’s been awhile since I’ve posted, and am thankful for the handful of people who have visited my tiny blog.
So many things have happened and yet, I am still in the same place. I wanted to share my different experiences since I’ve last posted I attended a few workshops but every time I sit down to write, I just don’t have anything to say – which is ARGH!
I shall learn how to express myself again.
Speaking of expressing myself, I just adore witty and cheeky poems that conveys what I have difficulty in saying. This Wendy Cope poem is one of the examples. There’s truth to it, don’t you agree? Wrote this with my newly purchased Tombow Brush pens, yes I caved and bought them. I think they’re a bit too big for me and I am too rough for them because they have started fraying barely a month from when I purchased them!
If you like this poem by Wendy Cope, you should check out her poem about men being like buses.