Thursday, 16 January 2014

Writing is not a glamour job

So pathetic. Flushing my thoughts with alphabets. Perhaps i can do better.

What to write next. Occupying time with both adversity n nicety. Can't tell which one it is.

Don't settle for less either. Driving forward with a piece of my mind.

Belting out sentimental n pop culture. For instant current state of affair n those not so new. Future tasking too.

Whom is reading me? From the pageviews, i have a clue that somehow someone has the time to browse a thing or two.

Terms of endearment or social interest i am taking my guess.

I never know.

Copyrighted James Chow

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