i was introduced to pablo neruda's work when i was living in perth, the day i first read his work was the day i was introduced to the beautiful art of writting. yup..i considered writting as a beautiful art.

I remembered how i spend my quiet days during my uni year writting simple poetry on my scrap book, which i carried everywhere i go, which then i lost all of 'em when i moved back home (!#$%&*^).

i admitted that sometimes what i wrote doesn't make any sense at all..hey, at least i'm trying to let everything out of my mind by writting it down.