Sometimes, things come into my mind, form pictures, feelings. Maybe from a movie I watched, maybe from a book I read, maybe from something I saw on the street, maybe from some personal experience, maybe from something I heard about my friends. Very often my mind can spin off to a completely unrelated story.
In the past, they stayed in my mind; but now, occasionally I note these random things down. They kind of mean something.
Just like when I interview people, I draw patterns. From my drawings I can tell what was happening in the interview: the engagement, the emotion, the level of nervousness.
怎麼？寫愛情小說？
ReplyDelete哈哈，梗係唔係啦，我唔寫小說嘅，雖然我媽話我小時候常寫咸故。
ReplyDeleteSometimes, things come into my mind, form pictures, feelings. Maybe from a movie I watched, maybe from a book I read, maybe from something I saw on the street, maybe from some personal experience, maybe from something I heard about my friends. Very often my mind can spin off to a completely unrelated story.
In the past, they stayed in my mind; but now, occasionally I note these random things down. They kind of mean something.
Just like when I interview people, I draw patterns. From my drawings I can tell what was happening in the interview: the engagement, the emotion, the level of nervousness.
我想睇你寫咸故。
ReplyDelete都話係以前啦～而家咁大個仲邊會寫丫～
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