take all of me:
Sebastian

Call me crazy,
Call me mad.
Call me whatever,
I don't really care
This is my paradise,
this is my voice
And if you're kind,
don't deprive me of my choice
I need to express,
so please don't make me suppress
There's always this little red cross
at the top of your screen
Do feel free to click it if you think I'm mean
Because honestly, this is me
And I am free
To do whatever I wish! :D

You were warned.. :P

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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Today's the 19th..

After having "lit tuition" with Sarah, I am quite intrigued at how she interprets literature as a subject. Sarah views literature as a revenue for self reflection.. Where she strongly believes that a person's character shapes a person's writing, as writing is very personal and intimate.
What kind of writing you produce defines your character.
It's really quite interesting and because of that..
She "dug up", most of my unsightly past.. Trying to figure out what kind of a person I am, in an attempt to let me to produce my own, personal style of writing in the future. This will be hard for me due to my "adaptability" as well as "skeptivity" of myself;I often doubt myself and I tend to follow other's perception and views, rather than my own.

Either way, I do not have the time for procrastination, I have to develop my own style of writing fast if I were to excel in literature as A level literature is twice as hard as university literature (According to Sarah), and unfortunately, time constraint is currently my number one enemy.

This song of hope, is once a raging fire..
now like ice.
It breaks.
In this farewell, there's no blood.
There's no alibi.
I've drawn regret from the truth, within a thousand lies.
Let mercy come, wash my sins and
God, be my ally.
As I fight against time.




God, give me hope!!



{you are my light}



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