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I write because I talk, excessively.
My favourite smell is skin.
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10:32 PM
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
take me away?
Facebook has a "How well do you know ___ " quiz. I haven't attempted any, but I was wondering what questions I would ask about myself. Truth be told I'm actually quite confused about myself, as much as it sounds like a post-teenage identity crisis. I think I'm rather fickle, unsettled, restless, stubborn but malleable, on the way to somewhere but barely reaching, caught inbetween. I resist being defined or explained. Also, on certain lonely nights, while the world sleeps on and I can hear my breathing loud and distinct, I secretly wonder if anything is real at all, when I feel distant from everyone and everything, I exploit the night's chilliness to hug myself, warm my palms against a habitual mug of Milo, stare mindlessly at the glaring laptop screen and face the white blogger interface. Like now.

But of course, these moments are short-lived, they dissipate easily, as recklessly as they came about. More often than not I'm thankful for what life offers, little things overwhelm me and I bask in contentment. So, the idea is that I pretty much oscillate between these states, which leaves me kind of confused and lost.

On a lighter note, after multiple Wasabi Deaths, today I had a Bubble Tea Death because I nearly choked on a bubble tea pearl, not exactly a glamourous way to experience near death I know. There was just too much pearlssss in the cup! So way after I had drank all the liquid I was still busy sucking up the pearls and shit happened. Anyway I actually don't like the taste of bubble tea, I drink it for the pearrllsss. Memorysake too I think.

nite!