The 645th post, the last.

From 2007 till today, 2011, this is the space where I typed 4 years plus worth of memorable moments, heartfelt moments.
This is where I can feel the transitions from the different phases in my life.
This is where I will refer to 50 years later when I stop playing mahjong and my memory starts to fail.

I've been having thoughts about moving on to a new space for quite a while and finally, I move my heart and brain to http://hallucinatory-episode.tumblr.com/.

and of course, you'll be missed and visited very often by me.

Goodbye, my friend. As I sit by your bed now, there's this whole chain of thoughts passing through my mind.
A little bit of courage to make me braver than ever.
A long day, starting from 10am to 11.30pm.
Tuition lessons, one after another, waiting for me.
By evening, I couldn't take it anymore so I sneaked out and took a break on my bed which lasted for 45mins.
Really, it was inadequate but I forced myself awake and reached the dance studio 15mins late, rushed to meet my friends, rush to the restaurant, rushed to order, rushed to eat, rushed to udders.
Somehow, I felt that something's missing, or rather, I felt that there's this sense of anxiety in my heart.
I needed to go home.
And so, here I am, sitting by your bed, feeling more peaceful than the world could ever contain, feeling more at home than my own house could ever provide. He's weird and insensitive at times.
He's funny and ah hai!
He's awesome but not always in a good way.
He's my love. I've witnessed people asking their boyfriend if he wanna marry her.
Honestly, from my point of view, I see it more as the girl's just trying to ask if he wanna grow old with her.
It's like a support, a pillar, a strength supporting you from behind.
Are you certain of that role?

Then, maybe everyone should stop asking that question so that no one's heart will ever break. No post due to the lack of decent inspiration.
Lack of inspiration due to the overwhelming fatigue.

Mistreated.
Because in your eyes, it's always me being over sensitive. But I've never said this before, why not the other way round? Let's talk about insensitivity then.

Unlike the other times, good morning world.
And when I open my eyes the next time, it will be better.