Wednesday, September 2, 2009


So apparently statistics show that females generally imbibe on high-fantasy literature as children, meanwhile, the male counterparts indulge on true stories or stories based on true stories. But how is it that my most memorable book from back in the day was James and the Giant Peach? Proud to be an anomaly? Being suffocated by ESL classes during most of my elementary years could be a reason for the lack of contact and familiarity; then again, would Goosebumps count as children’s literature?

Half a month already past already, yet more and more work keeps piling up.

Alright. Stay tuned for more.

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1 comment:

Eric said...

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of.