the important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle.the struggle of finding who you are and who you want to be and then redefining that everytime you reach a point that calls for it or rather allowing yourself to be redefined in the image you were designed to be..the struggle lies in that limbo between the separate planes of belief and in striving to make sense of it all and being happy in the midst of it and knowing the contentment you seek...sigh.what gibberish.after venturing into someone else's blog,i feel so unabashedly humiliated and humbled at the same time.i mean,here i am,the"aspiring writer" and really the substance and structure is not much different from the cute hello kitty diary i wrote in since i got it for my 7th birthday.(stopped sumtime in form 3 i think.but anyways,this someone else's blog had sweat,blood and tears smeared all over it,it rang of heart and passion and soul all dusted with an impeccable flair for writing and amazing compositional skills.he sure as heck doesn't belong in the engineering faculty when he could probably paint rainbows or strike lightning with the way he frames words.anyways,that's not the theme of the day.
but i dun have the strength to get to that right now.maybe later.when my wilted self regains some breathe of hope in the perpetual goodness of things and the way things are meant to turn out...
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Have you even read any of your compositions? I sure have and they are nothing short of spectacular. Your words have always somehow or other managed to move, touch and inspire me in a way that no one else ever can. Do you remember the time Ms. Jessie Ong (History teacher) found your story, gave it to her husband to read and then lavishing you with praises and pimping you to the high heavens? I know, it's a long time ago and you have propelled to greater heights and literary stardom since then, but my point is - that day when she picked up that A4 book, she saw something that we all see (even if you fail to see it yourself at times) - rare talent. "Someone else's" blog may be greater than yours; that may be just what you think. You are just immuned to the fact that your writing is just as good; if not better. Come on, I was not jealous at you all those years for nothing.
you're joking about your entry right? your english and the way you write is superb okay. honestly, its so good. and you suit(?) to do what you're doing now. English! Man, i couldnt have even picked a better person to do this major. *hugs*
Max
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