Stuff..

Funny how a familiar place can feel so foreign and a foreign place could suddenly feel familiar. And you capture yourself into confusion to where you actually belong and prefer and you're still dwelling into the confusion and you still question your longing on where you feel right.

I don't know, I don't know anything. There's so much work to do but I want to do well and do it right. I hope I'll do well, and what I like and what I think is nice would be pleasing.

Anyway, the other day, I delayed a lot of time (I was supposed to do work) because I was contemplating whether or not to cut bangs to the point of googling "How to know if I should cut STRAIGHT bangs."

But then after 2 hours of contemplating and asking almost everyone on my whatsapp, I saw the scissors and I looked at the mirror, took my hair and had a very yolo moment and just snipped it snip, snip, snip. And I swore at every snip and laughed at myself.

But all is well. I was so sick at my bare forehead! Now it has something protecting it and people wont have the urge to flick dat forehead of mine.

It's almost 2 and I should sleep cz I wanna get up early to get work done.. I have so much to do.

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I am also excited to go to Vietnam with my family and reconnect. Phone calls are different from face to face.

I was also wondering how holding hands with the opposite sex feels like.
Mine would sweat.

Funny how caffeine didn't really work on me tonight.

Not my picture but I like it :)

Sleepless nights of open skies,
Like truthful tears and a mouthful of lies,
Staggering steps as I walk forward
Showing that you're brave.. You coward.

The wind it blows the feels of grief,
But grief wraps me up in the arms of deceive.
He sits there and stares.
As we exchange glares.

A poem I wrote in english class a few weeks ago! Found the paper while I was clearing ma room.