钢琴上黑键之间，永远都夹着，空白。

u aint a burden to mind but im sure i am to you.

18 pieces now.

"nobody wants ur stinkin omamori"

i reminded myself.

after all the reply avoidance and unwillingness detected.

it felt more like... ...

friend, nothing more, never intended nor considered to go further, but stayed at something lesser.

i think im treading on thin ice. people wun accept anything from a stranger i guess, however un-costly it is. for fearing its hexed or simply uncomfortable with the idea.

because im already a stranger.

just that i refuse to think of it that way.

because of my own fear.

because of it realising before me and in days to come.

"lets do our masters together!" were nothing more than random rants forgotten as soon as it was said.

and oh. hoot arent given by anyone. i should rant less.

another thoughtful night.

"if words and numbers can qualify and quantify my fondness for thee, i'd be Shakespeare and Einstein combined."

oh ya right. less rants.

3 years and 2 days

well not that anyone at all gives half a damn about it.

IF i had problems with tuition fee, i might not have gone SP.
IF i hadn't gone SP, i wouldn't have done DBA.
IF i didn't do DBA, i might not have gone to D&G for industrial attachment.
IF i didn't go to D&G for industrial attachment, i would never have... ...

i shudder at the thought.

not that anything has changed 1097 days later. except maybe the growing fondness, the unfamiliarity, and decreasing interaction. it's almost like a singer/band/actress you see on tv/magazine/movie you really like but she doesn't know you, not that you really know her except for her name, a snippet of her current going on's and maybe some of her acquaintances.

i'm sure this will be topic of the day this time next year as well. =)

it's just an ordinary story of something not working out, no star-crossed lovers no till death do us part no lion falling in love with the lamb and definitely no special ones falling for some commoners kinda story.

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雨停了不会天晴,
因为你带走了雨后彩虹的色彩。
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You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

but i'm a creep
i'm a weirdo
what the hell am i doing here?
i don't belong here....

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so i guess, i can only allow myself to put out a hand when i'm down in the quicksand, while wishing for salvation but never giving more than half a hope for it.

because,

falling from heights is bad.

i need to sleep earlier without twists and turns.

suddenly remembered the theme song for Con-Air, the nicholas cage's movie.



a great movie. i swear the song isn't related to this post. i think.

Trois Ans

3 years ago of today, i exited the lift, took a left turn of which i never looked back and regretted.

i kinda remembered. didnt think you would. but. yeah, only foolish people remember such things.

i smiled.

so did you.

and i dont remember any days when i didnt.

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oh my uncanny ability kick started again.

我只是想要一些疯狂
和拥抱你的希望
或许迂回辗转万般艰难
只用心的将你牵绊

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it may be subtle, but being hyper sensory,
it's as if the text conveyed the message of the midnight wind outside my window.

normal as u tried but it's always fringed by maybe a wee bit of reservation.

as if i shouldnt have stepped into votre vie.

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all the hopings did were to hope them all away.
but i wish you smile.
and i wish you love.

tu est tres belle and you must try!

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i need a good walk tomorrow!!

i tried to make conversation

thought it be short.

but its not really.

still i refuse to get my hopes high.

falling from heights is bad for the heart,

and everything else.


1, 2, 3, i'm gonna open my eyes... ...

2 down, 1 to go

twilight, new moon.

and now eclipse.

very soon, breaking dawn.

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hi i wonder how are you.

je vous souhaite heureux.