He Was Right.

It’s 2.30am. I’m in PD. I’m restless and I have been pacing about. And it’s not just today. I felt it too last night. What’s happening? What’s wrong with me? My fingers. They itch. They itch to type.

I hate to admit it, but he was right. He IS so right (Yes, i’m referring to you, Raja Azrie). I can almost feel him breathing next to me, smirking, sneering, whispering, “I told you so”.  Ok fine! It’s true. I, Renee Marina Kamaruddin, am addicted to blogging. It’s so true, I’m addicted. I’m hooked. It’s so crazy.

What’s scarier is that there’s a tingling sense of relieve from every letter being typed. Like a smoker sneaking a puff. No. Like a woman getting a pair of shoes. And a bag. Plus another pair of shoes. All combined. Oh god. Help me.

Those talks about strangers, drugs, alcohol. Whatever happened to blogging?? It’s equally devilish. Satanic. Yet satisfying. I blame it all on him for doing this to me. At the same time, I want to flower him with gratitude for introducing me to a fantabulous new hobby. I totally love blogging. Thanks baby!

I hate the thought of posting blogs without a pic. And since I don’t have my trusty external hardrive with me, this is what I could dish out from my computer.

With this, I look forward to get a peaceful sleep. Night.