Plurk paste

Earlier this night I wrote on my old college notebook all the random thoughts and emotions which spurred that moment. I always thought writing will spoil my thoughts because I easily forget them when I try to write them down. But tonight I think I wrote flawlessly. The feeling is so freeing, almost cathartic, the same feeling writers feel when they write with their favorite pen and paper or typewriter. Writing is never an old-fashion; it captures your emotions and prints them a lasting impression. I'd like to keep this and make into a habit so that I may read a particular thought or emotion or idea one day, a feeling I know that is only mine. But I am also grateful to have found a platform such as Plurk which acted as my personal notebook, a diary, for four years now turning five on November. Someday I'd like to leave a mark on a beautiful notebook, hoping one day one will read it and find solace in it.