found this somewhere at vivocity(:

i have no idea how long do people take to realise what they have been doing are wrong... all along. probably never, or i dont know. but for me, i just know i am wrong all along.

i cant bring in concrete evidence. it is too much of a pain to tell.

i am that sort of irritating blogger who love to type a 1 or few (emo) lines to leave my readers full of questions, or those who cared to worry. i dont blog down event... neither do i have anything much to share. shamelessly, i only want people to read, or maybe to know that im not exactly feeling good.

i have my brain and heart to tell me all. i dont need a blog to tell me that i wore red tanktop, grey jacket, black shorts to airport to see dearest wenbinbin off few months ago. i dont need a blog to tell me how glad i watched his game that day and we rushed off to the airport together in a cab. i dont need a blog to tell me how we lame-ly suggested supper to hint that we needed transport home from the airport. i dont need a blog to tell me all about that single night at the airport, yet i can still remember that... and everything else.

now, dearest wenbinbin is back. welcome home:D

i guess things are alright as long i know the someone, who used to wear the same crocs slippers, who knew how to play the laughing game, who could hug till the lift hits 10, is well and good. in any sense, i was the one who hide. but you didnt want to be the catcher, and you didnt seek.

so, i cannot appear.