November 26, 2007
| Deep beybigurl became nostaligic @ 03:54 AM |
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It only takes one simple fact to make a realization. It should be something starkingly clear that your heart stops beating for a while once it dawns on you. --- I am not a painter of words. Compared to some people I know whose writings are comparable to that of Picasso's art, I can describe mine as drawings of stick people. I write whatever I feel in the simplest way I know. Say, "I am in pain", a four-word sentence that can evoke different reactions from different perspectives. So simple, yet so subjective. --- "So Jen, what's behind the profound facade?", you might ask. I don't know. Sometimes, I even surprise myself. Seriously, I don't know where this entry is leading to. Somewhere or nowhere. That's how profound I've become. |
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