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spinning 'round revolving doors.
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breakaway
One day a large balloon will appear out of nowhere,
and bring me somewhere faraway.
E FILY MET AHI
Thursday, January 19, 2012 // 12:56 AM

I am lost for words.

Why am I even here? I have a new blog right?

Yup, but it just doesn't feel the same. I feel myself censoring myself more and more every time I post, and losing more and more of what I want to say. And posting it on social networking sites is like "forcing" people to find out more about me, and exposing myself more to them.

To the extend I lost all the words I wanna say.

I don't belong anywhere. Half my life needs me to speak in English, the other half demands Chinese.

Not just language. Referring to culture too.

I think humans are delusional in the sense they assume that just by not thinking about something, the mind forgets it.

Nope, there's a reason why sub-conscious mind is named sub-conscious.

Life is, you can really happy one day and really emo the next.

Life is, an entangled mess that gets more tangles everyday and messier if you try to undo them.

I am suppose to be excited for malaysia trip on Friday. But really, not when I have radio test tmr and the air-con is dying.

Little things do matter.

I know no one comes here anymore. Best.