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- who am i kidding? how could i ever think i'd have...
- tired as i was, i willed myself to walk to the poo...
- this takes the cake. i've been working for almost...
- fatigue hasn't quite set in yet, but it's about to...
- sunday came and went...slow. i did up my market p...
- today reminded me of the stuff yen and i talked ab...
- it's madness, i tell you. i've been working for t...
- today was amazing! well actually, it went on pret...
- "baby loves you..." schweetness, i tell ya. my ba...
- love shall keep us alive.
- someone asked me a question about retirement today...
- clockwork. that's how i did things today. i need...
- the rain's been falling for three days straight. ...
- i struggle to find my place in a world filled with...
- i wonder if my time is up in ycsog. i mean...my s...
- i'm finally doing it... i've always talked about ...
- i'm so, so tired. but i don't know what's wearing...
- baby... come into the light. let me wipe the tea...
- whistle down the wind let your voices carry drown ...
- fatigue. it's been a while since we've met. this...
- you stand in the rain fighting the urge to step ba...
- catch a falling star and put it in your pocket nev...
- it's been a long two days in a row... i'll go int...
- it was a mad rush of a day... but everything seem...
- now how often does one get the opportunity to writ...
- hope you had a good rest sweetie... i didn't mean...
- as i laid down to rest last night, my mind was swa...
- the self-fulfilling prophecy thingee works. i wok...
- mom said i've become less friendly of late. it's ...
- strangely soothing. that's what those 40 plus min...
- i almost forgot how soothing my blog music is. i ...
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About Me
- shiyin
- A lotta people perceive me as "unapproachable". How I ever got that tag, I haven't got a clue. Perhaps it's how they usually see me poring over my sheet music, scribbling incessantly in my book, or simply hearing how I'd make a good journalist that keeps them away. Whichever the case, perceptions don't mean shit to me. I try not to judge people, and I hope they don't judge me just because I'm proud of the person I am today.
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