AMY TAN. Reviews on the front pages of her books do not even begin to compliment her brilliance. Yes. She is that good. (To me anyway). The way she phrases her words-- its like, where does she even begin to think of all these clever expressions?
After reading Amy Tan, the passion in me to put my life story to paper has only immensed. It is like this strange script writes itself in my head as if potential material for some amateurly documented biography of my life. And this would happen on every occassion, on a daily basis.
What hopes could a 17-year old with a vocabulary the size of your typical house mosquito have of publishing a paperback biography comparable to a 57-year old writer with more than 20 years of experience from Berkeley? I know. Nobody asked me to. But sometimes the illusion is inevitable.
Considering on pursuing a career in writing biographies for the deceased. Or for the living if they wish me to.
;p.
I'm not sure about the movie but the song's really good. The lyrics are it's forte. But the movie does look good. Will borrow from Mindy. (Maybe after SPM).
Anyway, played 2 hours of badminton today. Julia, Felicity and my dad. Was nice. Good exercise..jpg)
Yes, this is what happened last time my dad and I played badminton for an hour and a half.
Oh well. Guess I can stop wondering why I'm not losing any weight. ;p
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