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20 Years Left

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Head in the Clouds

I think I spend too much time living in my fantasy/made-up world.

Should I blame all the fiction books I read? Or is that my social awkwardness has lead me in a life where I imagine stuff to be real when it's not?

Perhaps it's all the fanfic and role-playing sites I often log in to. But those are so much fun to read, I can stay on them for hours.

Maybe it's a way for me to escape my good-but-mundane life to a life more exciting.

It's weird, but I have this thought that maybe I should take a chance and make my own music, but I'm not motivated enough for that.

Seriously, all this life dilemmas is my version of First World Problems, where we can't ever be satisfied with what we have.

I need therapy, but I can't. I can't afford it. Maybe I should just remain in this life and rot to death.

Pardon the dark, depressed tone of this. Happens sometimes, y'know...

She Found Love. That Makes One of Us.

How I'm Spending My Holiday So Far

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Thank You, Well-Wishers

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I've been trying to find a right song to thank y'all for remembering my birthday, but I can't. Apparently, my music library and knowledge is weaker than I thought. Thus, I'm expressing my gratitude with multiple GIFs.

Thank you for the tweets, text messages, and Facebook message.


and those who don't remember...

Much love to you all who did

Yes, wuv.

And remember: Who's awesome? You're awesome :)
To: Apple, Faz, Ven, Alex, Ting, Monique, Steph, Prema, Bry, Mathew, Sharon, Nor, Vyna, Lee, and my family

The Big 2-2

Well, it ain't that big, since it's practically the age of young adulthood (21) and the quarter-a-century age (25).

So... yeah.

Ain't No Singing at My Party

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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
~ Mary Elizabeth Frye

Best Things

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