Mow.

Sorry that my posts are getting shorter =P But at least I'm updating very often.

I have decided! I do want to write a novel or create a website, but that can be a part-time job.
I can't be a spy, that's sure... though that was my dream.
I shall take on photography.
I don't take very artistic photos, but at least I'm pretty much interested.
Though, I don't know if this is a short-term or long-term interest.
I'm even interested in advertising, and being a director or scriptwriter of a movie.
And there are many more I haven't considered yet =X

But I see the future.
I'll end up as a housewife.
Yes.
And a lousy one at that xD
How sad.
It's like not wanting to die, even though you know you're going to.

This conveys a message of desperation, with reference to the poem 'Lament' and Mr Latiff.

It is said that in the future, Literature will be merged with English. They said only with Literature, can people truly master English. Or else, no way =P It's because Literature teaches us to look at the "nuances" of english, if the arrangement of sentences mean something.
In a passage, if a woman is weeping,
The average people would say, "Okay, she's crying, she's sad."
But Lit students tend to look slightly deeper, into what else the tears might mean.
I love the feeling of being equipped with such skills.

-deepness alert-

Thus, know this.
YOU CAN'T HIDE THINGS FROM ME.
Especially when you make it quite obvious.
Like, say, I know when a glance between two people mean more.
And I know it wasn't only a simple glance.
There's a message behind it.
So when people look at me
I can see the skeleton of their feelings.

So if you think I'm oblivious, think again.
You don't know me.

posted by Michelle @ 9:19 PM