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Wednesday, January 27, 2010 1:00 AM
highly literary, with occasional grammar slips

there is a season for everything
the season to write is here.

i sincerely love to write; though i got sick of it for a while when i had an overdose (yes, i am talking about you, model compos). i had to wait for the jelat feeling to subside before i could reach for my figurative pen to begin writing again. to be honest, i missed writing.

i missed seeing my thoughts coming alive in the form of alphabets; i certainly missed playing with them. i would do it a hundred times even if i know that nobody is reading it - well, though that happens all the time with my literature essays - but, ANYWAY.

let me find that oomph back in my writing first before i start coming up with longer, more interesting posts about life and about things. as for now, i guess i just need to psyche myself that I DO LOVE WRITING and that nothing will ever make me stop...

even if SPH says no to me.







Plath's Muse

Sarah Chang
NTU English
21 on 09/09/09
I happen to heart the literary.
Dreams of the Heavenly Hosts.

Yadder Yadder