O sister how i adore thee

I accidentally bumped into some girls' blogs and consequently become very embarrassed of my own blog.

I am aware that my stuff is shallow and vain. monotonous. i bet I'm also narcissistic - my only hope is that my narcissism is moderate, not repulsive.

(and nowadays i can't even keep myself entertained. i mean darn.)

when i read other people's stuff, rather than beautiful diction or precise grammar, it's the uniqueness of thoughts, level-headedness of the perspective that really intrigues me.

and when someone expresses a piece of mind - one that's not far from my own - 10 times better than i can ever do: I'm nothing but (beyond) admiration.


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