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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Sometime I would really like to tell my readers, hey, don't pick me on my faults with the wrong sentence structuring and so on. Don't pick on the words I personalized, like Despondent's dissent.


Because I study literature and I'm a total craze over the Romantics and the art of Old English by my ancestors' ancestors' ancestors'; William Shakespeare. I love the way literature gives life to almost everything. Hatred, love and even one small piece of paper scrap. I've always know that sometimes I write to be in a way whereby you all will think , "Erm, hatred can read one meh? Can fight and walk de meh ?"


Hmms, honestly without holding back much, pardon my bluntness , but if you're those type who thinks a SQUARE as only a SQUARE, this is not the right blogspot for you my dear. Maybe go to the era where every one of us as primary school kids joted down particulars about oneself in another's diary. That's for you, not my blog. =)



My blog was never profound at all, I don't insert words designedly to mislead my readers to think me of a person who bury himself in books and newspaper. I write what I have, scan my post from the top till this part, which word(s) is/are stranger(s) with you? If I don't have any words for you to learn, I wont meticulously and very much forcefully Ctrl + T click the thesaurus.com or dictionary.com. I share what I know. Whatever I don't comprehend, I'm still learning. So, love my posts for its unknown meaning which lies in the very bottom of your thoughts, not just the surface and image which appears in your brain sea the moment you read it the first time. Appreciate my blog please, every post I tried to improve my organisation and interest for you,so don't read for the bloody sake of reading and a cure of killing your boredom.




What's more, I wish my little posts will help people along the way with the occasional motivations or life lessons I've learned, or learning.





PHEW, enough of those pukes. If I have to reflect on myself for today, can I chose not to? Today, everything was fine. Yeah in fact very very VERY fine. But the problem is, something is lacking. I've thought for a few hours and the only thing that came to me is CONFIDENCE. Hmm, but the case is this, I didn't meet any hot babes or sexy girls, why do I need this confidence for?




-----Don't know lah, so vexed and irritated.








Sometimes, you happened to see things you don't want to see. You happened to experience a de javu bringing the past to you. But you never bothered looking forward to who is coming into your life and bringing you joy and hope.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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