| the unwritten title | |||||
I'm 17, though I'm not that typical 17-year old. I'm quiet, and not much into social life. I don't like reading heavy smut cause I'm not interested in smut in general. If I were to be categorized at school, I would be the nerd. But a happy nerd, enjoying people's absence. And because I spend quite a lot of time alone, I tend to appreciate the small matters that people usually don't care about. Be it a peaceful quiet wind breeze on a not-so-cloudy yet not-so-sunny monday morning, or the splish splash of water droplets whenever I jump into a puddle on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, or the sound of innocent children laughter in the playgrounds nearby, passing them on a Wednesday evening, or the sound of insects cracking the silence of the night with their loud 'mumbling' from the balcony on a thursday night, or the sparkle of one particular star that shines just too bright, standing out from each other, accomponied by eerie silence on a Friday midnight, and the fact weekends are spent peacefully at home :) I'm an art appreciator. I appreciate them even if I don't have any talent. Be it listening to Mozart, visiting an art exhibition or reading fanfics. I can't write really good fanfics but I appreciate the good one. I really like poetry and that's why Turn Left Turn right is my favorite movie. I believe in destiny and akai ito. I find the twist and turn of fate a beautiful pattern. I believe that everyone has their own akai ito, the only thing that separates a couple apart is maybe they didn't find their partner sooner, or their akai ito is all tangled up. But like the poland poem in turn left turn right said, maybe I've found my destined partner, maybe from dialing a wrong number, an excuse me in a crowd or separated by just a sliding door. Fate brought us together just to separate us once again, mocking us from afar. My first fiction was when I was 14, writing about a certain homosapien with an XY chromosome, a friend of mine turned backstabber, the genre was fluff and undefined, written with uncertain feelings mixed with my bias towards serendipity and rainy days English is not my first language, it's the second out of 4, so grammer mistakes are not a surprise. Also I fail at typos. Currently on a writing-hiatus =^^= |
"You think 70% is a good mark?"
"In a 100 marks test, if you don't get 100%, it means nothing!"
"For an exam, there's only the results that matters. The fact you tried your best or not, have no value!"