Hm. I promised (myself) to write more once I got this blog going since I'm a two-pictures-and-five-words kind of girl. So I guess this post will just be me, writing about not writing enough. I wish I was better with words.

Words are great. Lots of words, even better. I'm guessing this is why I have been endlessly reading since I left Melbourne last month. Or may be I'm just socially awkward now that I'm away from my friends. No, books! Yes, I love them! I used to be the contrary, too spastic to read. And now? Even my idol is a writer/poet. Ah life...