when worst comes from the best

this is good. i wonder when will i get the talent to tell such poetry, or even stories with such enthusiasm and getting everyone to feel how i feels. which, somehow reminds me that i used to be that kid who read a story book in front of everyone during school assembly and during recess at a small stage created during the 'reading month'.. yeah, i used to be that kid. so maybe, that kid is still here in me somewhere. just, maybe.

p/s: one more paper before i'm totally free for the winter break. can't waitttttttttttt