some people were born with the talent to write down words and to be poetic with them without even trying.
and some, (me for example) are born to be completely illiterate (and yes i had to google that to make sure i was correct) and is unable to form complete and perfect sentences without uttering the uh-uh-uh or ah's that i have become so used to that it is part of my oral language or stuttering the words that are coming out of my mouth.
another thing comes to mind. Why are the people with such poetic words are the one with the saddest words? Then SCREW POETS! THEY ARE LAME!!@!@! always describing love, whatever whatever whateveerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr F*%^! U!
(yeah at this point i was tired of trying to think of something deep and meaningful, so i went the shallow and meaningless road)
*calms self*, * reads lillians blog to be inspired* (yes LILLIANS blog - terrific English, am envious. :P)
The sound, smell and the look of rain trickling down on the window pane. So peaceful, so calming like a wash of energy of femininity. Yet the roar of a thunder is the opposite, loud, fast, blinding - the masculine side of a rainstorm. As we sit idle-y(lol) by watching the rain, we run with the thought of random ramblings of the mind. The future, the past, the present, all becomes a washed out blur like the window pane we are looking through. The flash of thunder is like the moment which suprises us. Only a flash, it keeps us guessing.
OKAY IM DONE!
damn had to do this for MUET exams..........
LATER PEEEEEEEEEPS
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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