then again.

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I died.

thank you eunice for inspiring me to close this blog.
now it's gone, too.

I dont see the meaning of blogging anymore,
perhaps because i've grown out of the habit of reporting my personal life and viewpoints to the computer, to the whole world.

From now on, every little happy thing, every little sad thing.
will be kept in small bottles in the deepest part of my heart.

a heart nobody knows.


I resolute to jump out of this endless cycle of display.
I quit my circus life.
I quit trying to be happy when im not.
I quit having to smile when it hurts.


And I am going to embark on a new life.
a new journey.

a journey filled with true colours,
a journey filled with skin-to-skin communication.

when you can touch, feel, communicate with each other,
rather than brooding and cooping myself up in the cyber world.


I am going to seek wonders in life.
I am going to find the true meaning in it, rather than wandering around in meaningless circles everyday.


Of course I do miss holding hands and walking from paya lebar to eunos.

staring at veggies

escaping from uncles and aunties

snuggling in your warm chest.

hearing your voice on the phone every single day.

your hair.

your funny habit of wearing two shirts.

your cargo pants.

your futile attempts to make me smile.


I do remember you copying me whenever I sigh.


you laughing at me when I took up belly dancing.

and up till this moment, I still carry teddy with me, everywhere I go.

thank you for giving him to me, so that I will always remember you by.

We crossed paths, however, the direction we're going to is different.



Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.

Kit Mccallum.

谢谢你的错爱..
I feel free.


And with this, I present to you the end of lies-so-sweet.blogspot.com.

so sweet, indeed.

goodbye.