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Wednesday, July 07, 2010


i have decided to move to lj.
eh shawna its not difficult to use, the same as blogs.
i don't like how abandoned withoutwax feels.. altho its sad. everything is over here. but its not gone... its just. here. そのままで。でっしょ?
like what ah xin said,
有些人變成相片 堆在角落 灰塵像雪一般冰凍
ok my blog is not a person. but thats how i feel about you..
making use of personification here thanks :)
you were just always there. yes i've abandoned you time and time again but being inanimate you never complained and never left me (well lets ignore its inability to).
and now you will remain there and once again watch me depart.
i know in years to come i will revisit you relive my life through all your words.
so please don't go?

your words are essentially mine and therefore you are a part of me.
how much time have i spent staring at my screen thinking of how to phrase the words?
how many times have something happened to me and i will think 'ah i must blog abt it!'
how much joy have you brought me? all those times when i laughed rereading some posts..
i remember there was once matong and i were rereading our posts and copy pasting them to each other, going omgggg do you rmb this!!! and we got all excited..
how many times have i sobbed while typing my posts?
and then returned to sob anew while rereading the posts?
when i felt angry and uncertain, i could only come to you. because i was afraid of how the world would judge me. only after i have arranged my thoughts did i dare to tell someone who could actually talk back.
you have seen me at my most hesitant state, more so than any of my friends. how many drafts do i have saved up inside you? without having published them, oddly, you manage to make me feel better simply by allowing me a space to type it all down.
thank you.


you have irrefutably become a documenter of my memories and not just that, but also a memory in itself. because you're not just a journal anymore you know. not merely a place where i write stuff. how do i say this.... lets just say you've gotten yourself quite a good place in my heart. so wait for me won't you? i know this is not our last together :)
tomorrow is my birthday.
ok i've decided tml will be my last post.
thus i end my ode to withoutwax (':



1:28 AM

KANJANI!

liting!

If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance.

EITO!


PAAAAAN!


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