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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I suddenly recall snippets of memories in English class, where the teacher used to make a fuss about a kind of poetry called Haiku. Honestly, this style of expression may have been beautiful in its native Japanese, but to me it's utter rubbish when done in English. It just appears .. odd. Try singing any of the good Mandarin ballads in English - it's just never the same.

Wenky
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