I don't know what so special about this month besides for mother's day...but oh well, I have been staying in the college for some time so I guess there are more to come in terms of activities.

I went to the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra last night and enjoyed myself a lot. I shred tears for the first time in a part; thanks for my inner imagination that time but sadly, I can't write anything down about that. Also, I saw more alternative skills by them like a percussionist bowing the marimba slowly and created those very very imaginative sounds...

Days ago, my friend told me "your writings usually makes me feel a whole lot emptier, x__x stop it with the depressing stories ... can you try something more inspirational?" He was talking about Amy. It was a rather unexpected comment from him since I WAS sad and depressed for writing the story to express a thought inside, but I never think it would actually MADE someone feel emptier or sadder...anyway, I think I should be writing something happy, or at least funny; yet it suddenly comes to my mind to write these, you must be really happy with ideas. What can you let other imagine in a fiction? THIS? but anyway, he did mentioned some other effect in it which I find it quite surprising as well so...I am happy because I could write something like that YET, there are more to improve.

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