Thursday, January 20, 2011
I want to fill everyone who is still reading in
on this blog.
This has been an off and on thing.
If you havn't noticed already.
I would be surprised if you still read this.
But fear not I am still writing.
Just more on paper now.
I feel more relaxed without sharing my thoughts with the entire internet.
Even though... As a writer I should be more confident in my throughts and sentences.
Pargraphs of description and ethics.
I am just rambling on right now,
But so far. I am working on my 3rd play.
The first 2 are still rough rough dingy drafts.
I will hopefully post one up when I believe it is worthy enough.
As of now, no girls in my life.
Except for the girls in the dance class.
I still smell thier perfurme on my body.
on my cloths
and on my fingers.
Girls smell nice.
plesent
like flowers
in the soft summer breeze
when the sun just opens up for the first time of the day.
And when the clouds shift and reveale the blue summer sky.
That is what I like to do.
Randomly paint a picture for all to see
within the realm of imagination.
I think I'm getting better at it.
If theres anything I'm getting good at.
Well well. what now to say.
Shakespear is the master of poetry.
Theres no question about him
How, God did you make him so great.
And so soon in the human span of time. I have not read anyone like him in his centery.
I got to stop thinking about getting "pussy"
its clogging up my mind.
Why is it that I am so painfuly trying to find love
at this young of an age?
Why is it that I believe once I find a girl I won't be gloomy no more?
I dont know why my mind thinks that.
I should be happy already
so that When I get a girl. She could be happy with me
I don't want to weigh anyone down.
Expecially my soul mate.
Ah,
back to this subject again.
That is the theme of my plays
and its kind of funny.
because I have not once yet experieced love
but I love to write about it.
It's like my imagination knows how good it already is
without me even having experienced it
how is it so
that God made this mind so
without the need of experience
We can already imagine it.
Lets try to keep writing more and more now.
I want to fill up an entire page.
For those who do enjoy hearing my words.
I give thanks to them
in this simple line:
Thank you truly
for you are the only ones in the life that really matter
you listen to all my troubles
rambles
and scares.
My emotions and devotions
without you No one would know who I really am inside.
Thank you,
yours truly.
Allen Ng
This has been an off and on thing.
If you havn't noticed already.
I would be surprised if you still read this.
But fear not I am still writing.
Just more on paper now.
I feel more relaxed without sharing my thoughts with the entire internet.
Even though... As a writer I should be more confident in my throughts and sentences.
Pargraphs of description and ethics.
I am just rambling on right now,
But so far. I am working on my 3rd play.
The first 2 are still rough rough dingy drafts.
I will hopefully post one up when I believe it is worthy enough.
As of now, no girls in my life.
Except for the girls in the dance class.
I still smell thier perfurme on my body.
on my cloths
and on my fingers.
Girls smell nice.
plesent
like flowers
in the soft summer breeze
when the sun just opens up for the first time of the day.
And when the clouds shift and reveale the blue summer sky.
That is what I like to do.
Randomly paint a picture for all to see
within the realm of imagination.
I think I'm getting better at it.
If theres anything I'm getting good at.
Well well. what now to say.
Shakespear is the master of poetry.
Theres no question about him
How, God did you make him so great.
And so soon in the human span of time. I have not read anyone like him in his centery.
I got to stop thinking about getting "pussy"
its clogging up my mind.
Why is it that I am so painfuly trying to find love
at this young of an age?
Why is it that I believe once I find a girl I won't be gloomy no more?
I dont know why my mind thinks that.
I should be happy already
so that When I get a girl. She could be happy with me
I don't want to weigh anyone down.
Expecially my soul mate.
Ah,
back to this subject again.
That is the theme of my plays
and its kind of funny.
because I have not once yet experieced love
but I love to write about it.
It's like my imagination knows how good it already is
without me even having experienced it
how is it so
that God made this mind so
without the need of experience
We can already imagine it.
Lets try to keep writing more and more now.
I want to fill up an entire page.
For those who do enjoy hearing my words.
I give thanks to them
in this simple line:
Thank you truly
for you are the only ones in the life that really matter
you listen to all my troubles
rambles
and scares.
My emotions and devotions
without you No one would know who I really am inside.
Thank you,
yours truly.
Allen Ng
So far this week.
Is going not the way I have planned. Well it never really does. Hmm. I feel out of place this week. As if though I am not myself. I don't know why.
All the girls can tell too from class
I know because I'm getting sloppy leading and dancing in Social Dance.
In play-writing I'm doing okay.
Giving radical outgoing comments on plays that I hear in class.
I think it is my ego that got the best of me,
I apologize for it.
Sorry Danica.
I stepped on your foot today twice. And the beginning I just kept staring at your chest.
You must have been uncorftable. Annoyed
and just disgusted with me.
It's hard to be around you right now.
It's this boyish crush I got on you
thats making me act this way
upidy and gay
see you can even see it in my writing
But, I'm not scared to tell you here in text
but in reality it's another thing.
well I well leave it off here.
I will not post this.
Just save it for now.
All the girls can tell too from class
I know because I'm getting sloppy leading and dancing in Social Dance.
In play-writing I'm doing okay.
Giving radical outgoing comments on plays that I hear in class.
I think it is my ego that got the best of me,
I apologize for it.
Sorry Danica.
I stepped on your foot today twice. And the beginning I just kept staring at your chest.
You must have been uncorftable. Annoyed
and just disgusted with me.
It's hard to be around you right now.
It's this boyish crush I got on you
thats making me act this way
upidy and gay
see you can even see it in my writing
But, I'm not scared to tell you here in text
but in reality it's another thing.
well I well leave it off here.
I will not post this.
Just save it for now.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
now, how should i start this? Hmmm. Let us ponder for a bit. Please Lord help me start and finish this novel.
Hey
Hey man,
hows it going?
Alright just kind of sleepy today.
Haha how many hours you get last night?
6.
Man, thats plenty. Me, I got 3.
Why? What were doing last night?
"Gong."
Allen, you learn very quickly.
Thanks Dad.
But you beat me at least 20 times before I beat you once.
Hiking Trip.
"Haha, your very adventurous to wear white shoes for a hike."
"Yes I am, they were the only ones I didn't want to get dirty."
"Ironic isn't it?"
"Very, so where are we going anyways?"
"To Buzzard Peak?"
"Yeah, Buzzard Peak. It's not too far from here. Just through this park and across the street."
"O, long of a hike is it?"
"About an hour to reach the top. The view is just gorgeous. Come on its already 3, we don't want to be lost in the dark heading back."
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