I miss going airport.
Going esplanade.
Sitting somewhere i can chill and look at people.

I am so looking forward to going to esplanade on 27th for West Grand Boulevard's concert with nat.
I pray all will go well.
We will both be free.
And God will take care of the tickets and everything else.
Amen!
=D

I need to get new shoes.
I need to clear up my room.
I need to finish up my Christmas letters.
I know, i know...

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I read this on a friend's blog.
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I adore English - the language. But I dislike literature. I don't know how that works out but maybe it's because as Ben says, I like more logical language as opposed to flowery and emotional words. Then again, I might do psych in the future, so word analysis might be useful.
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I hereby denounce such an imposition on literature.
Nothing against personal perceptions and beliefs.
But literature is the only subject that contains so much logic backed by emotional.
And not emotions backed by logic.

The literature lessons I've sat through last year and this year, has taught me one thing, the basis of literal argument, will never stand on emotional grounds.
I've read poems that are so ingenious in its crafting that it totally blown me away.
There were more than undertones to what was written.
I was practically shocked, reduced to a state of awe and amazement, that something so witty could even be penned.

Emotional literature has always turned me off, its the easiest to understand, and requires a slight fraction of your brain. Any goon can write an emotional poem.
But the poems that i will never forget, brings you to face life in its barest form, brings you to a scene played over and over again in so many different angles.

Each poem stand at its pinnacle when it is penned in such a way to evoke you to take action towards a certain issue.
Words impact and move people.
Anything less than taking an action, is an infringement of your personal belief.
This is the power of literature.

Lit is life.
No other subject on the curriculum, makes you look at life and death, side by side, and to value life while it last.

The capacity of literature reaches far beyond words...
sadly few are aware of its potential.
Even fewer knows how to wield it.

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Spotlight by Mutemath has chilled the burnout.
makes me think i can fly!

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I am so much more than who i think i am.
So
Much
More