Yummy!!! Hokkaido ice cream!!! Botanic Garden!! Pole-dancing!!! Barbecuing at East Coast!!! The chicken tasted really good. Still got loads left after the BBQ On a night stroll! It was quite a while before we could hop into vacant taxis.
Has it ever occurred to you that there is actually a stranger lurking somewhere inside you? Maybe it sounds really mental and freaking weird here. But I really can’t help brooding over this. And the more I think of it, the more it becomes crystal clear it is indeed true that a stranger is actually living my life, a stranger who has eaten up half of my real “self”, shrouding me with a totally new cover to form a person I hardly recognize. There are times when I feel really happy, but why in God’s name do I look far from happy? It is at this point that people view me in a rather negative light. Even so, the last thing I ever wish to do is, of course, to blame them. I am more than sure that they will never be able to understand me. And then there are other times when I wish more than anything to become very close to certain people. However, my attitudes towards them betray me. Nothing but coldness always hangs in the air in their presence, much to my perplexity. I remember being approa...
Well, I am more or less like an adult now in the sense that i earn my own money and stuff. Though i quite enjoy working at ITC quite a lot, there is something inside me that keeps popping up every now and then, and makes all the excitement and all the energy go away. "Why in God's name i never grow up?" You may ask! Well yeah i definitely know that separation is part of learning and growth, but i just seem incapable of grappling with it very well. It tears me apart when i sense my friends and i are drifting apart with each passing day. Again you may go like, "So lame!" I know it sounds so, but I just cannot help brooding a lot about this! I remember being literally lectured by my dad a few weeks ago about what adulthood is all about, and it struck me with a jaw-cracking blow that there are so many expectations of me. By "expectations", it has nothing to do with monetary issues. As a matter of fact, there is more to do with heavier responsibilities as a...
I was lying propped up against my pillow. Despite the fact that it was already late mid-night, I could not seal my eyes closed for more than five minutes. Maybe the coffee , I convinced myself. I slipped out of the blanket and took a few steps towards the window. In its delicious slumber, the entire neighborhood was shrouded with darkness, and there was no trace of life. No movement. No sound. Nothing . And there was something about tonight—some kind of invisible force—that was weighing me down with a bone-crushing weight. I felt like there was a void in me, so hollow and empty that it would never be filled. Not after when she’s already gone. Forever. I scanned my dimly-lit bedroom, bathed in orange light from the dangling ceiling lamp, and my eyes dropped upon the red carton box on the shelf opposite my bed. My Memory Box . Out of nowhere, waves of nostalgia came rushing back, rolling over me, so much so that I surrendered to the overwhelming upsurge of desire to open up the box. I t...
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