I’ve always wanted to be a writer and eat on my own fame someday. But every time when it comes to WRITE SOMETHING, I feel nothing to write about in my life. Boring as life is, I am living it every minute.

What can I become? if every minute is a misery? “I got to write something, anything! ” that’s my intuition to start blogging. Two weeks faded away since I got my unique URL ready. I paid for WordPress to have a place only for me. Actually, I could write whatever I want. but when it comes to ME, I wish for some results to grow out of my writing. so I hesitated often. That ME is the little clumsy self-pity clown deep inside everyone’s mind.

Time passes by without any regret in time itself, but piled multiple heavy piles on me. I am not native in English writing, and probably that angry-bird man would not be the only one who would punch my writing as “CLUMSY”. Whatever, I don’t live for others’ opinions. I got to live for “ I”, the tedious but ME life. that is something worth recording.

I didn’t get the talent or patience to decorate or learn how to decorate my website. The only thing I could do for now is to type or pull some words out, and never wish for what belongs to the future.

I write to you as well, if you are a new blogger hesitating about what to write. Come! write whatever is on your mind, that will ease the to-start-panic. 

My website may not seem mature enough, my words may not be heard native to your ears. But that is me, a new blogger trying to dive into the world of writing something in memory of her own pale life.

That’s it for today, wish to see you every day.