Ten thousand words? Shit.
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So much for Stephen King's advice. I intend to start writing, but connecting and stringing words together to make a coherent story is not exactly a walk in the park. There are just so many elements to a good article; and I have not even taken into account the amount of hubris I have to manage (for example: confirming with Google on the definition of the word "hubris". I have only used the word like, three times for the past twenty-five years. And yet, here I am typing that shit down like a pro).
Hi, my name is Amierul. Everyone's (four friends and one parent) been telling me that I should write, so here you go. Here's the deal. I use this blog to document my stream of consciousness, so sometimes you get a coherent article, most days you will be disappointed with the output. It has been said that if you have enough monkeys and enough typewriters and you have all of them type (or whatever monkeys do, as long as keys are pressed) at the same time, you might end up with some Shakepearean shit. Hence, if I try to apply that to myself (with enough discipline) something worthy might come out.
The person I am right now is none of your business, but I am sure in time it will unravel. I will disclose this though: there are more than nine thousand words left.
And there is no way I can get that done in one sitting. For now.
