The Sofa

My mother purchased a brand new sofa! The beige and brown sofa was sent all the way to my house's doorstep by the workers of the furniture shop, which eradicated our efforts to carry the heavy furniture from the ground floor of the apartment to the seventh floor. Well, fear not and rest assured, they took the lift, not the staircase.

So, let me comment on the sofa. Well, the four-seat sofa is relatively cosy and comfortable as compared to the previous one, and there is enough room for me to lie on it with extra space to put some stuffs.

And why am I writing an account on the new sofa? The reason behind it? I am attempting to recount something unexpected and unintended.

De facto, the reason is not that sophisticated nor that complicated. I am just trying to write something as I have nothing else to talk about. And this answer leads to another perplexing question:

Why did you start this blog?

To be honest, a motive existed in the first place. My respectful great aunt postulated that the best way to improve one's writing skills was to read and write more, and it was this wise statement that contributed to the birth of this blog - the one that jotted down the interesting, or perhaps unappealing stories of my simplistic life.

A piece of my mind. A blurt of hidden emotions. Or simply nonsensical stories.

I hope you find them amusing, enthralling or perhaps, inspiring. Thank you for reading.