If it's not murder, it's suicide.

It's been so long since I've posted any entries.
But you have to pardon me for the past 3-4 weeks... I have my rights in doing so. And you'll find out soon enough if I don't have the writer's block today.

It's been so long since I've let my ears feed music and music take over my body.

And during these past 3-4 weeks, I've been going through so much feelings and thoughts. The time pass by fast, and slow... all at the same time. My emotions run higher during these period... but my body starts to falter and go into hibernation.

When you see life whizzing pass, people buzzing around you like bees collecting nectar, you wonder if you are of any significance in the world.


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... I think I better write things on paper and ink first... it seems like typing don't feel quite right. and it hurt my eyes.

Irony, isn't it?