Excerpt from Pigwidgeon's, because I think it complements my blog.


i like to write about things i don't understand, like love and loss. i like writing about gay people. i like writing about straight people. i like writing in the perspective of boys, and i like writing in the perspective of girls. i like writing in multiple perspectives.

i like to write soft-spoken, gentle characters but sometimes i foray into the minds of the rowdy. after a while, though, it stops mattering because the lines begin to blur and suddenly all my characters sound the same.

i like to use dependent clauses, and adverbs after synonyms of 'said'. i like to use ellipses. i like to ramble and contradict myself all in one paragraph.

i like writing. and i hope that i'm slowly making progress.

I have deep respect for one who writes well.
Be it par or better than he/she speaks,
a person with a good command of words will always stop me in my steps.
Like the quiet and socially awkward girl who hangs in the background,
she will amaze you with her rants and cries she posts onto the virtual world.
Her words, oh her words and how she strings them along to make this
beautiful and yet captivating piece of jewellery to adorn the literary world.

Nothing is more satisfying than producing a nice piece of writing where I have successfully,
in my own words, articulated myself.
I shall leave you with that and this question to ponder:
"How does one feel in love, but yet not have anyone to love?"

welcome the winter



Bare limbs, she said.
It makes her sound vulnerable and cold,
like the way the breeze blows in and welcomes the Autumn months to come.

It's cold, darling, I'd admit.
It's freezing.
The painful freezing where you can see your breath at every word
and feel the prickling coolness at the tip of your nose.
The kind that makes you wish for the warm crackle of the fire
and the delicious smell of pie wafting from the oven.

Cold, oh, so cold.
Both in personality and weather.
Beloved, I'd stay here and keep your hands warm...
But for now, I must depart.
Farewell, I bid you, my dear.
Please, fare well.

Sunday blues and some phlegm in between.



“I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a strong mind, an interesting mind, a twisted mind, and also someone that can make me smile.”
—Abbey Lee Kershaw

I am supposed to be writing my novel, but yet here I am blogging to the existence of the virtual world. Hello, world out there!

Things I've collected the past weeks:
- Interesting names (of one after a cold season; another of a girl from Charles Dickens' novel)
- Strange thoughts
- Face art tips

I'm currently in the mood for pie, any kind will do, sweet or savory. Pastry is crucial to me, a nice, crumbly and warm crust that falls apart in your mouth- mmm. Also a dark, melancholy movie, mixed with themes of love and life. Foreign films will be a bonus- I find reading subtitles engaging.

I should put that in a print ad. Hello hello hello! A person paging for a friend (or stranger) who enjoys the above like she does. No experience necessary.

Sigh, I am a sad soul.

// Austen, love, if you are reading this, let me just ask you one thing:
Are you back in homeland already? You sound sad and troubled. And skinny? I think.
Hope to hear from you soon!
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