I can't sleep, even though I'm planning to wake up at 4 am to watch Liverpool play Augsburg and have two job interviews tomorrow plus I'm attending a friend's Chinese New Year open house at night.
I wonder if my proclivities can ever be discussed here. Sure, I'm writing this because I'm awed by Yan Chee's panache for writing and how she lays it bare. I can't do that yet.
Maybe it's because I would like to keep some moments to myself, without it being immortalized in this blog. Or maybe because I can't handle my own darkness sometimes, that I'd rather just brood about it than verbalize it all.
Perhaps, it's just not interesting enough to talk about. I dislike it when life's boring.
I wonder if my proclivities can ever be discussed here. Sure, I'm writing this because I'm awed by Yan Chee's panache for writing and how she lays it bare. I can't do that yet.
Maybe it's because I would like to keep some moments to myself, without it being immortalized in this blog. Or maybe because I can't handle my own darkness sometimes, that I'd rather just brood about it than verbalize it all.
Perhaps, it's just not interesting enough to talk about. I dislike it when life's boring.
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