there's a dam of words waiting to gush out but somehow typing them out is just not the same as writing every alphabet down... there's something about the contact of a pen's tip with paper, the mild sound of scratching when one writes, each letter forming up as the ink continues flowing, each curve each stroke each dot and comma... every movement is different. unlike the monotonous tapping of fingers on keyboard, writing with a pen somehow gives life to the words we create. well, the pen is a writer's sword... so it is mightier than the keyboard. i've no idea why i'm being so.... i don't know. is there a word for this state of being? the night tends to have this effect on me. it just makes me think...but not really think. its like releasing a whole flock of birds from their cages from a high tower and watching them fly out of the windows, far far away until they eventually disappear from sight.

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Yue Ying
22
NTU chem

Jesus
Heart of God church
France
Reading and writing
Black forest cake
Tiramisu
+ almost any cake except yam
Thinking(but NOT about maths)
People-watching
Day-dreaming
Photography
Music and piano


bin
xuyun
xY
terri
grace
sze
steph
sherm (new!)
deqi
liping
junie
yifan
joyce chua
joyce tan
jiewei
angela


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tess gerritsen
smitten kitchen
sarah's loft (absolutely lovely and worth visiting!)