September 2007; Chloe 

Looking outside through the wide windows, a gloomy feeling went passed me. Sitting alone at a corner, I have just finished the last correction to the song I've have spent the last few weeks writing. I don't know why but this particular song took me longer that usual, is it because it was a song describing me? Since it was describing me, it was supposed to be smooth, without any hipcups in between. But strangely, writing a song based on a fiction situation/mood/scene is easy compared to the former. 

I'm a songwriter that wrote many hit songs for a korean singer, Shin hye song, since the year 2000, when I'm only 14. Writing songs based on situations that I get in my head was my hobby back then. Now, it's still a hobby but more of an occupation that I had serious respect for. Truth to be told, it was not always easy, I sometimes couldn't write anything for months. It's something call the writer's block? It's gets even complicated when you have a nearing deadline approaching. 

So here am I, at a tiny corner in the huge world with nobody to talk to, with nobody to share my day with. I used to have friends that I see everyday, brothers that irritates me every few seconds. It's a love hate relationship with them. My close friends are now in college, me too, but in different facilities and of course different paths ahead that doesn't include me. Not that it saddens me much, but sometimes like today, it seems kinda lonely. A lot lo