Crest

Finally found a good reason to come up to blog.. actually I could just blog anything but that would be too dry even for myself. Let Leon read some of my garbage on last.fm, he really nailed it well. Too detached was his final verdict.. not in his own words though, he did say no feelings could be sensed from it. There's a lack.. of interaction.. good poetry should have some connection.. some form of characters for example. But my poetry.. is too detached for the reader to feel stirred, maybe those with good imagination could do less with of my prodding. Been trying to change some things, the structure.. the vocabulary.. the themes and storyline if there's any to start with. I once had someone critique me as a writer who has intense flair but not that soulful in writing.. beautiful words.. but that's it. Shame on someone who intends to make a living out of writing in the future, when I cannot even make an impact on one of my best friends.

Yet no one from my real life... knows of my blog yet, I just wish to preserve this somehow exciting double life.. like wearing a mask at my own fancy. Yet I feel so throughly incompetent in something that I really pride in. Let me try to better myself with my very limited talents.. if I had any to start with.

Still praying to have NUS accept me.. I really want to study humanities rather then economics in university...