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  <title>Writing makes me tipsy!</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #99cc00&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello and warm greetings dear&amp;nbsp;readers, wonder what impression my subject heading had caused? Hahhh, anyway, this is my first entry to public viewers (everybody).&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am yet to&amp;nbsp;write about how I got steady with writing. At first, I didn&apos;t even realise that I was good at writing narrative stories, back in primary school. My essays were often taken as models and I was even offered to write a story in a book. I was notorious, of course. Writing was not significant then. As I moved on to secondary school, thnigs were not like before. My proficiency in English Language dropped and my eligibility to do Mathematics rised. I&amp;nbsp;faced a total opposition acadamically. I was not too upset till I realised that I was missing out on something too much. It was nothing but my valuable asset, English Language. I didn&apos;t meant to abandon my passion for writing,&amp;nbsp;it was just too late, nah? What is&amp;nbsp;the point of crying over spilled milk, I&amp;nbsp;thought. I guess it is time&amp;nbsp;that I get my hands moving and allow my heart to take over when it comes to writing. You may be wondering why should my heart take over and shouln&apos;t&amp;nbsp;it be my mind? No, what I&amp;nbsp;meant was I wanted to whole-heartedly&amp;nbsp;settle down&amp;nbsp;into writing. It&apos;s simply impossible to write whenever my mind takes over, I&amp;nbsp;am forced to get out of my comfort zone and end up splurting&amp;nbsp;tons of&amp;nbsp;senseless and meaningless words. Well, yes this is it for&amp;nbsp;today. I am sure you would have realised that I am Journalist. Till I write again, goodbye and have a pleasant day ahead folks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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