but would you, you, you, or you understand? you wont, because you cant. come and try doing it yourself, with so much more at stake, and we'll see if you can deal with it. ah. but none of you can see what is at stake.

emo nemo!
hahaha

to our ever keen readers (i.e. jianhong only), thanks for pretending to be interested! it is/was much appreciated.

i may write from time to time. but really i have nothing interesting to say. and i guess i'm mildly self-conscious about the things i write.

maybe i should branch out and do celeb gossip. but then i'd rather read it than write it.

or medical knowledge! HAH. i bet the average person knows more than me.

poo.

just like how i dont really want to bake anymore (i might change my mind if you pay me a million bucks to do it), i dont think i want to write here anymore.

before you all think that ymw and i have fallen out, no we havent. our 6 years of friendship is strong enough to weather any storm haha. i just dont feel like writing here anymore.

but i'm feeling kind of sentimental; this blog is almost like a symbol of our friendship (ok i exaggerate, but you get what i mean), and it has had its happy, sad, glam, unglam, glorious, retarded, touching, and heartbreaking moments. even the blog name and blog design make me feel so nostalgic haha. but, i just dont feel like writing here anymore.

thanks for being my frind all these years ymw, i'm looking forward to many more years of frindship! i know i can count on you; you are, up till now, probably the only person who thinks that i'm funny. i'm so touched! (and i am, up till now, probably one of the 10 million people who think that you're their smartest friend.)

and thank YOU for reading my useless ramblings all these years, even if you only came because of ymw haha. i used to write more, but if you've watched this blog grow, you'd probably have noticed that i am almost, finally, finally, out of words. we had so much to talk about. so so much.

i might change my mind, and come back to writing here one day. or write here once in a while, who knows. i'll probably find somewhere else to write (people change, feelings change, things change, and blogs change.), ask me if you still want to read my boring stuff. i guess no one will miss this blog much (since ymw and i are such boring people sniff. but we'll probably leave this blog up just for memory's sake. and you know what a silly sentimental idiot i am. and ymw might still continue writing here, who knows?), after all this is what we do best isnt it.. no more entries? no big deal, move on, find another blog to read.

well, if you ever decide to, and still want to, indulge in some nostalgia, the blog and memories will still be here.


我们曾经那么精采
我们曾经那么期待
最后你把回忆还我
要我好好过

我们最后这么遗憾
我们最后这么无关
时时刻刻每个现在
都在嘲笑我

it's just one more day, but i feel as if i'm going to crumble any minute now. i cant do it, i'm so tired. so so tired. tired of fighting, tired of studying. so so tired.

i think jason mraz is one of the very very few singers who sound REALLY good live. might be even better than studio.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGWTF BIRD.

2 months.

many things can change in two months. or a month. or a day. even things which you believed/really hope to believe were once very special and real. and not only things, people can change too. how ironic, that sometimes we can actually say some things, and the next moment these things may not matter much to some of us anymore. must that always happen?