It's 4 a.m. here and i just switched off my computer. For so long I've been reading blogs and trying to generate a unique style of writing. But novelty doesn't find me. Writing has never been a favorite time-pass. it hated me while in school. There would be no caressing of inked nib onto these foils of paper except for assignments. But now I'm off grade 12 and yet, still I've failed to create an unusual pattern in an article.The only times I wrote serious essays was for TOEFL and SAT. The idea to begin with a wholly extreme design and intensive vocabulary has been the sole reason for my panicking, which in turn won me a blank topic for no writing at all. But now I'm doing it. I've built up my words capacity and sentence structuring. And writing will be a cove where effing and blinding echoes as a mild eruption of my distraughtness. IF YOU HATE ME, YOU SUCK. The incoherent ravings of my poltergeist will now disorient your mental bearing and haunt you until you rest your volatile thoughts plastered in ink.
I've never had a passion for writing, but creating a piece that is passionate. It was just a jabbing of metallic wonder into suction paper until higher level education required me to explore my psyche via this. And i want to share this boring experience with you all. Boring because everything that helps you is always branded as boring. So, boring it is! You also pour your thoughts into these sheets of paper. It will reflect you, help you preen your individuality. It will help you get away from innocent ignorance if you just allow them to get rid of you. Dole out the angst in you, let the explosion in you draw itself in ink. Swear and curse everything that detests you and nothing that you detest. A fair manifestation of your thoughts into a readable art is always therapeutic. A little rupture every now and then, you shall realize, is much better than imploding yourself into 'good for nothing'. Let not the failure of creating your 'signature move' disappoint you, or impend you from doing what seems impossible. 'JUST DO IT' - Nike. Write and write until you are good enough to express yourself truthfully. And then write again because it's much rewarding time-pass. I wouldn't care if this article doesn't get pasted in a National Daily, because I would still be writing. Would you?
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
sweet dreams.
the morn is churnin cold
sun imitates gold
no hands to hold
to keep u warm....
so jus breathe in atmosphere
plug in yo ears
switch off the alarm......
GOOD MORNING, SWEET DREAMS.
sun imitates gold
no hands to hold
to keep u warm....
so jus breathe in atmosphere
plug in yo ears
switch off the alarm......
GOOD MORNING, SWEET DREAMS.
Friday, January 1, 2010
reminder
last thing....find some butterflies in the day..some fireflies at the night...fry them and eat them...u sud kno that they dont taste as beautiful as they look.
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