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Not ~~Le Xuan~~ anymore, i'm afraid.
Not anyone much anymore.

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✏ Where care lodges, sleep will never lie

<$BlogDateHeaderDate $> @ 10:21 PM

Always show people how much you love them but never tell them how special they are because the most beautiful things are ruined by definition.

Remember to love before it's too late!

Forgive simply because you would want to be forgiven too.

I'm just a selfish hypocrite.

In other news I just find it so !!! when food or things are wasted like it's wasteful D:

✏ Blistering repulse

<$BlogDateHeaderDate $> @ 11:47 AM

I don't like reminiscing much. It feels pathetic, somewhat, don't you think? Like you can only keep remembering because the past seems better than your present. It's sad and embarrassing (and pardon me, a tad disgusting as well) when you do look back and realise how innocent and uncorrupted you were back then as compared to now. Then. There are only so many times you can 回味 before the images become blurry or are polluted with your idea of perfection. There are only so many times you can let yourself taste the happy, sad, bittersweet, before it all fades to bland. So perhaps it is fear instead - the helplessness of realisation that it is no longer in your right to create paralleled bliss. Perhaps beneath it all I'm just a coward - afraid to love, afraid to lose, afraid to be, afraid to show, afraid to say, afraid to feel - masquerading it with an air of indifference (ohyes afraid of apathy too).

Afraid to be proud of myself. Because I am, really nothing to be proud of.

I feel like my insides have been pulled into itself as much as possible as far away from the life as possible that it is writhing in its own pool of repulse.

Do you understand that kind of 反感???????

✏ For a thousand years,

<$BlogDateHeaderDate $> @ 8:50 PM

You smile genially and reply, almost inaudibly, as if hiding a deep, dark secret.

Truth is, it is exclusive - you are afraid to share. Just like a test tube of your favourite smells, the magic dissipates once it is uncovered.

It is fear, rather than shame, that weaves your lips so tight, that makes your head so light.

✏ I haven't said enough

<$BlogDateHeaderDate $> @ 10:37 PM

"If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph."

But if you want to learn what someone thinks they won't lose, watch what they never photograph.

P/S: I owe the people who celebrated my birthday a blog post x)