Day Ender

I wish I could write like that blogger. Well, I probably could (and does sometimes), I’m just too– oh well. Whatever.

That blogger writes beautifully though. I usually think a writer is good if he’s able to make you want to say his words out loud. That’s when the story or the entry grips you and you’re carried away. Or he makes you cry. In which case I would have to steer clear away from the guy.

Who wants to read a writer who makes people cry? Pssh.

In this blogger’s case(I think she’s female though, not that it’s important, well perhaps it’s important. If I go crushing on a blogger, it would be helpful if she’s a female. That would save both of us a lot of awkward moments.), she writes cleverly.

You know, she talks about things as if all the information she needs is just right there, all within her reach. She uses them with such ease as if she’s only colouring an already drawn picture. Such ease of word movement.

Ok, that’s enough. I might accidentally turn some people on.

Gad, talent is such a sexy thing.