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Monday, August 21, 2006

Knock knock. Stagnant for 2weeks already. Just like MJ said, the longer u dragged it, the less things u have to say. It's not like u don't have anything interesting happening in your life or anything interesting thoughts to share. But when u don't blog that often it somewhat deters u from putting your thoughts or experiences into words.

Some updates on my life. Just had a dinner w the funties @ Lam's house. I seriously hope he isn't reading this, lol. But anyway, i was impressed astounded and a little scared by the systematic way in which he organised the dinner. I mean it's like when we reached there is this dining table and a cooker in the middle, surrounding it are laid out plates of raw usual steamboat stuff sealed with pao xian zi (transparent plastic wrapping sheets). And when it's dinner time we duly emptied one plate of raw food in, closed the lid and stared @ each other while waiting for it to cook. After which, we emptied the pot of the cooked stuff and dumped another plate in. U see, like how systematic dinner has become, it scares me.

Recently thing haven been going the way I wanted. Tempers flare and harsh words exchanged. I used to believe love was simple and love was kind. Love was everything that could bring us close. But I had been forced to admit love is not simple. Love is not everything. It's not like you love someone and tada there won't be any problems so serious. A neutral friend said something like breaking up should not be a solution to problems if there is still love. But I guessed we both agreed that there's really a limit that people can take it, and sometimes it gets too tired.

I guessed I was confronted with the truth recently that I actually had a hell lot of communication problems. I mean I don't think the way most people would tend to think, given a similar situation. I don't talk the way normal people talk, and sometimes even I myself don't understand what I want. I'm amazed it's easy when you can observe people and then tell their personalities and characteristics within seconds, but you can't really know yourself inside out even after 19 years of my life.

I don't want to grow up. I'm still a little kid inside.

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10:29 pm

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