Its not the film that I'm gonna write here. The Notebook here refers to my own notebook, that I left it at my uncle's place. Tsk tsk tsk. It has a light blue cover, it has an old book's smell, the paper is yellowish, yes my very kind of notebook. Not a diary, its more like a daily journal where I would normally write my heart out in that, well diari la lebih kurang, ye dak. I kinda spilled out everything in the notebook because not all things you can share with others right. I cant write everything in this blog too. Plus I'd love to reminisce about the things happened in my life before. Ada suka, ada duka. History-like la. We learn from what we have went through kan. History is the best teacher after all. Dan aku suka baca balik tulisan aku, haha aku tau itu narsistik namanya. And I am narcissistic about my own hand writing, haha who cares anyway. And I am very particular with what I am writing in there, semuanya tersirat, hidden, vague, aku je yang faham, the others wont. But still, I'm hiding that book from everyone. Let say if I'm in the middle of writing, but then someone rushing into my room, cepat-cepat aku tolak buku dalam laci.
It's been quite sometime that I havent write something in that notebook. Dan sekarang, aku rindukan buku nota tu. Rindu nak baca balik apa yang dah aku tulis, rindu nak tengok tulisan aku yang macam cacing tengah menari tu. Dear notebook, be good okay. Gonna see you. Soon.
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