"PLUCK THE DAY [AS IT IS RIPE]!"

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I find glory in writing.

There is a sense of bitterness to write my ugly truths.

There is a sense of great beauty to write my fantasies. Magnificence.

There is always peculiar sensation in my systematic series of composing a piece or two of writing.

Writing is something I am grateful for - for being able to do what I love, in hope that it is also something which allows me to pursue in the future.

Writing fuels my own chase - just like great people interest me, just like great stuffs fill me with astonishment.


Notebooks by Collins give me one of my best writing experiences, and as I grasp "Seize The Day" without any doubt, I just won't take any opportunity for granted.

Somewhere in the back of my head, I even glorify the gist of creating an antiquity as a reminder of a person, of what I am; for when I die, there is something left about me - about (almost) everything of me.

I am that kind of person who glories in setting words by words into meaningful personal merriment - because each word and each set of words represent every emotional state. I love the idea of how powerful and magical words are.

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