Guess I forgot to tell everyone I lost my job.
Simply cos they can't find any work for me to do anymore.
Being too efficient isn't a good thing afterall.
For the record, it's <�1 in the pocket now.

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Life.
Complexity packed into 4 alphabets.
Simple, yet complex.
Still trying to establish something within me,
Will write about it once I can churn thoughts into words.
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Went away because I had enough with thinking.
Wanted to go somewhere that I can be Me,
So I can be free to be whatever I want,
So I can do whatever I wanna do,
So I can pursue whatever I wish to.
Or so I thought.
A wise girl once told me,
Whatever you're running away from will eventually get you.
I should tell her she's quite right now.
One can't really get away unless all ties are severed,
Is that how things work?

Came across a certain girl's blog entry recently,
And her ability to phrase her memories,
Went well enough to touch hearts and surge tears.
I'd love to write like Mark Twain,
In order to transform my thoughts into words,
Solidifying my memories into something concrete.
Yet, I suspect that even if I am particularly poetic & articulate,
Fear may stop me from the act of recording the past.
Afterall, memories are often highly subjective,
And hence distorted from facts ;
Most importantly,
I fear corrupting what I hold close to my heart.

If there is something I'm grateful to for expressions,
It is quotations.