Before I begin...

Well, this is the toughest part. I still couldn't believe I'm writing. I want to write about the books I've read. The music I listened to. The movies I watched. Above all, the people I've met and liked. And hated. Aren't they who give you hope, despair, joy and solace? I didn't grow up watching nature. I still couldn't understand what's so great about Wordsworth's Daffodils. Not just because I've never seen daffodils in my life. May be I would have had the same feeling even if he has written about jasmins. I like Robert Frost. I liked Erica Yong once. I don't know if she'll still impress me. I like stream of consciousness style. Herman Hesse's Damien? I want to write something like that. Will that get me a booker?

My blog should answer.

For now, I'll sign off. With the Schwarzenneger's trademark words.