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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I think i sort of forgotten what is was like to blog my feelings out.
There was a period where by im so conscious of how others actually perceive me. I call that plastic period.

Anyway, so much among the so much more else had happen.
For the past 4 months, i had my happiest moments.
Which is of cause working at qlx.
The downside of it, relationship woes probably been one of the worse.
I found out that not all r/s makes you cry which is much more devasting than i imagine it to be. I thought going through a heartbreak beats everything.
My mistake.
Ever since then, i've been starting to enjoy solitude more than before - in a quiet, calmer way.
All empty on the inside, disintegrated and lost.

Running tru the monsoon