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i love good reads. not necessarily perplexing but rather oozing with style with a brush of mediocre theme. and it's the author's choice of words and phrases that shred my coat to reveal my envious skin. i have never loved english composition during my academic years. have skimmed novels before, eagerly consuming early chapters only to pause when it's halfway. either i'm beginning to get bored or realization finally caught me feigning to understand words i never knew exist. but recently i've been introduced to several good novels and online articles which somehow inspired me to rekindle a curiosity i have longed ignored. i am learning new words now, mostly from phrases. a lame attempt at improving my vocabulary. my rudimentary grammar and style allows me to write simple sentences but not long narratives. i find it hard to compose my ideas and come up with a coherent story. but for my blog entries, guess my bare writings would suffice.