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Iron Rooster

Have you ever been dumb enough to do what you wanted to do, without good reason coming over you? 

That liner in Foo Fighter's Iron Rooster hits me hard. Like a dumb child that under estimate the heavy stone, too heavy to held up, too proud to admit and it stomped on her feet.

That's perfectly describe my liking in writing. My mind bursts with inspiration yet I'm too messy to pen it down. 
 I adore the beautiful poems that Shakespeare wrote till every songs Linkin Park sang. I mean how bad can you write when you were put to learn to write? That's what majority would have thought of but the truth, I'm really bad.Being Journalism major gave me a good camouflage. My grammars is running amok (I have to admit, my grammar was never 10/10 but I could still manage a 6 during my peak) but my vocabularies also running low too. Yet, I'm too proud to fix it, too lazy to run and read through every lines before hitting the send button, too thick face to appreciate and remember every single lines that my line manager secretly shared with me on Hangout....

To write beautifully; that's the idea that push me to pursuit journalism even later day when I started my career, I do try to stick my nose in every opportunity to write yet I have never improved.

Writing has been something that I wanted to do all my life but having just the mere admiration served enough as a solid reason? Not enough. Kick that ego go and pick up from scratch, that is what I should do now. 


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