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Final
For 5 years, I've written and I bid goodbye with many things in hand.
The indifference, the pain, the sorrows, the insanity, the love and the laughs.
Till I feel completely whole again. -
Play on
Army next week, you'll be missed.
(I'm lazy to compile everything together. So play the song and start the first video of Andrew and so on and so forth) -
Timetakesthetimetimetakes
What am I listening to? Yeah, I'm clueless as well. But it very much feels like this the past few days. We spoke of demons, spirits, realms, religion, afterlife, reincarnation, life before, 6 minutes flashbacks and inception. Last night's conversation with Andrew, Sean and Mama Thian was filled with confusion. Very well played with our on-going ( Read more... ) -
Implored explorations
You know the thing about happiness? I like it, very much all and everything about it. But right now, I don't want to talk about what makes me happy, what makes me feel loved, what I'm grateful about. I've been talking about it for the longest time (and will continue perhaps, in the future) and I know what it's about. I just want to talk about ( Read more... ) -
Footsteps sunken
A strange (sort of) emptiness where I feel like I'm fading away slowly in a photograph. Maybe not a photograph (because that's gross and cheesy), perhaps more like rain running on a clear transparent glass. I am like rain with people, friends, the surroundings, wherever I am or whatever I am doing. Disappearing and re-appearing within seconds. I ( Read more... ) -
#lifeissogoodnoworknoschoolimfree
Crystal being adorable
And making Andrew do a weird dinosaur raw in a mall.
So Rachael said, "#lifeissogoodnoworknoschoolimfree!" Hahaa, that's my new hashtag, I suppose.
Though it's empty when you ask me, "how's life," or "what have you been doing?"
And I need someone (or people) to explain to me their ideology on fate. -
I too, know what a caged bird feels
I know what the caged bird feels.
Ah me, when the sun is bright on the upland slopes,
when the wind blows soft through the springing grass
and the river floats like a sheet of glass,
when the first bird sings and the first bud ops,
and the faint perfume from its chalice steals.
I know what the caged bird feels
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
till ( Read more... )
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