I must go back to Twitter.
I tend to take advantage of this endless space to unleash my depressive states.

(Okay nope depressive is too strong a word.)

Was scrolling through my rusty Twitter page yesterday.

I really like how all the emotions are either bite-sizes or hidden in some subtle quotes. 

Over here hmmmm, the posts are 'maniac' in the sense that it is like... vomit from the heart.

Hahahaha. I am looking forward to a happier me soon.

I see a worn-out stranger in the mirror now and I want to be beautiful again.
 

But I wrote about you from the start, so I will keep writing about you till the end.

On a totally random note guess who's second in line.......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

after Fiji? Heeeheehe
 

VITTEL !

Happy Birthday to my Daddypops. I love him a lot.  :•)
He deserves everything in his life now. The freedom, the joys, the comfort and of course the bliss.

As always I wish for him the most important of all - great health. 

I wish myself a mighty amount of perseverance too, so that I may never let him down.

Basically he just wants to see me happy and financially independent.
Pictures soon.

:)

 

《　好心好报　》
 

THINGS

I will no longer wait for a special person to do these things with me.

There are reasons why people don't step into our world to understand the things we love.

It could be plain disinterest or perhaps the waste of time.

I for one, quite enjoy watching him engrossed in the things he love.

It could be a particular hobby, some stubborn mindset. An animal. It could be his career.

The way he takes pride in these things and even that arrogance as he finally does well in it. :>

There's just something remotely interesting.

I've always liked the idea -- the ideal of that special person fulfilling 'my' things with me.

Simply because it will be fun. There will be laughter.

I wanted someone who would sing and listen to me sing (the more off-key the better),

someone who falls while trying to skate, someone for me to chase after on a bicycle,
someone who lets me draw him a thousand things, someone to experience thrilling stuffs together,

someone to get terrified with at the movies, someone who would stay close to me as I dance at the club,

someone who laughs at my red face after a glass of beer and gets drunk ultimately,

someone I'm able to share both heavy and light-hearted conversations with.

Someone who allows me to cheat at my ego-game of basketball.

Someone who may one day bring me to the little white whale because I think it is cuter than ugly.

For all these little favorites of mine, I was willing to be that person's company for 'his' list of things.

I have never been anxious to find this Someone.

Yet as I am typing now... it becomes clear why I had always wanted him around.

 

But after all this time, it appears the special someone doesn't exist, after all.

These things can be done very well alone.
I will no longer wait for this person to join me.

I am starting to like my job. The sense of purpose in what I'm doing is slowly getting to me.

It is very welcome at a time like this.

I hope to tire myself till the point where physical fatigue overwhelms all else.

My director and mentors are great people.

I've good friends in the industry whom motivate me by working together (though we belong to different companies).

Just before my dear Natty left for UK... she texted me this advice: 老娘跟你拼了！！

Uh, apparently she repeats that to herself on bad days. Hahaha I shall try it at my next roadshow.

 

Clydey's first encouragement

 

Indeed I have plenty to be thankful for. I need to quit being such a sob story.

Focus pocus Carol.

^^

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When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.

 

 

There are no ideas, no language. There is no conflict.

I will meet you there.