01-26-2007, 03:43 PM
<!--QuoteBegin-Fox+Jan 25 2007, 10:41 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (Fox @ Jan 25 2007, 10:41 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> I dunno but i've been feeling kinda weird lately. I'm sleepy most of the time, i walk listlessly around the house. Damn, i don't really know. Maybe there's just something wrong with me. I just hope this phase will pass soon. [/quote:a18bf495f4]
As my beloved uncle would say: kulang ka lang sa inom
Maybe you just feel pressured about the deadlines youve set. If that's so, then take a break from ficwriting for awhile. I've been meaning to ask this for some time now but just keep forgetting. Ive noticed that your fic and chapter titles have a certain RPG-ish feel to them (ex. Tears of a Raven, Emergence, Lost Falling Shards, Falling Shadows).
What's up with the title Wings of Tomorrow? Sounds kind of epic.
As my beloved uncle would say: kulang ka lang sa inom
Maybe you just feel pressured about the deadlines youve set. If that's so, then take a break from ficwriting for awhile. I've been meaning to ask this for some time now but just keep forgetting. Ive noticed that your fic and chapter titles have a certain RPG-ish feel to them (ex. Tears of a Raven, Emergence, Lost Falling Shards, Falling Shadows).
What's up with the title Wings of Tomorrow? Sounds kind of epic.
I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
