Saturday, May 03, 2008 @ 3:47 pm

a get well soon present from me to.... myself.
I just realised my blog has a lot of posts about me falling ill. I've fallen ill so often that when I told my mum that on monday, she totally ignored I said anything. 'sick again? chey, what's new?'
had a sudden revelation a few days ago that I can't write anymore. and I'll prove it when Grant gives back my non-fiction assignment tomorrow with a pathetic H3 again. I don't get australian writing, or their english. it's like they can't support the british system cos' they are pissed against the people who ditched them on this huge island in the first place yonks ago as convicts. so they try to be american, but end up sounding like crackpots. am craving for mrs das gupta's sudden outbursts in her perfect aristocratic english accent. argh!
sorry, I'm just angry at myself cos' my only asset ie. writing, has corroded into scrap metal due to the stupid atmosphere down under. (how's that for being metaphorical redundant huh, grant?! huh huh huh!)

I guess what I want to say is..
I've lost the will and the flair to write. no more writing for celine. period.

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Saturday, May 03, 2008 @ 3:47 pm

a get well soon present from me to.... myself.
I just realised my blog has a lot of posts about me falling ill. I've fallen ill so often that when I told my mum that on monday, she totally ignored I said anything. 'sick again? chey, what's new?'
had a sudden revelation a few days ago that I can't write anymore. and I'll prove it when Grant gives back my non-fiction assignment tomorrow with a pathetic H3 again. I don't get australian writing, or their english. it's like they can't support the british system cos' they are pissed against the people who ditched them on this huge island in the first place yonks ago as convicts. so they try to be american, but end up sounding like crackpots. am craving for mrs das gupta's sudden outbursts in her perfect aristocratic english accent. argh!
sorry, I'm just angry at myself cos' my only asset ie. writing, has corroded into scrap metal due to the stupid atmosphere down under. (how's that for being metaphorical redundant huh, grant?! huh huh huh!)

I guess what I want to say is..
I've lost the will and the flair to write. no more writing for celine. period.

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