Going Latin

Putting off something I can do now to the last minute - literally - is a habit I can't seem to shake off. One example is as I'm typing this in the wee hours of the morning (4.12am to be exact), my accounts homework sits on my desk, while I'm hoping for my pen to pick itself up and start scrawling. Oh, and I hadn't mention that this was supposed to be handed in two days ago.

I couldn't think of anything else better to define me, for I'm probably the most incurably lazy person that one would ever have the misfortune to meet in this century. Beware to readers who would do me the honour of following my blog. You have been warned =)

Hence the name of my blog. Dear readers, presenting Procrastinatus maximus

Once again

This brings back memories . . .

I remember the days of old when I used to love writing. I remember the joy of being able to create a world out of words. I remember the thrill of provoking thought as well as inciting amusement in my readers.

All that had faded away slowly, and a grayness dwells in the part of my mind where words used to dance around in. All that's left now are the memories and remnants of a writer.