about one month ago, i hated myself for losing control over my heart.
i almost plunge into something which I'm unsure if it really is mine.
and i didn't like myself for losing all the concentration for that.
but it's alright cause i found myself in some lost-and-found box.
someone found me and placed me there. thank you.
you know if you lose your phone/ezlink card/ic/mp3/wallet and then you find it again, the kind of excitement you feel deep down can never be described in words. you'll be so thankful, so grateful. most importantly, you'll treasure the item that you found once again and get that we-are-meant-to-be feeling.
and this is what i feel when someone returned myself to me.
and after one month or so, i really miss myself a lot.

lingling, i miss you so much :)