Jam

a) A sweet, soft food made by cooking fruit with sugar to perserve it – people love it.
b) Heavy traffic, to squeeze, packed tightly between spaces, trapped  – people hate it.

c) Two or more musicians making music together but not an official band – people enjoy it.

d) All of the above.
The truth is, it is definitely depends on me to define myself.

“Can anyone really be an individual?” -22.19pm

They light up my life

Substitute English teacher 

  1. Rewarding
  2. Challenging
  3. Joyful

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Remind me about the soulmate 😛

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I had the feeling we’ll meet again

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Is that so obvious that I love to eat?

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Bloom

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I’m touched.

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Mutual feeling. You are a wonderful student.

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🙂

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Thank you

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It’s hard for me too.

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I am a proud teacher.

Betrayal

I caught myself reading previous posts, and Heck! I felt cringe all over me.

The kind of feeling, when swamp of rats suddenly appeared out of nowhere, approached you in a parade troops, step by step. Trapped in a corner of a room, I am helpless & PANIC.

I’m so compulsive to delete some posts, but something put me at halt.

After all, this is wordpress. When I write stuff, I do it willingly with conscious mind ( sub conscious at times). It is nothing similar to twitter, where you just press the keyboard to drain out your emotion.

This space means a lot to me. I choose to write stuff. Or myself in yesterday decided to so.

Do delete the post, I feel like a betrayal to myself. 

Should we erase the past, just to be able to filter who I am today?

Like screening through all your history links, okay I selectively pick that, that & that. The rest should’ve been a mystery. It is vain to do that.

No.

Writing is a purely lyrical process – at least to me. The composition comes suddenly  and  massive energy  is unexpected. The content isn’t necessary rich but I’m so content to write it down.

So, it’s purely by choice, untouched my past.

Being risk to BE CALLED an idiot, this is immeasurable bliss.

Novice – of a character named maturity.

No

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It’s ain’t easy to say NO. But I had to.

While I still sane, I need to run away. I’m coward, and I don’t wanna hold up the uncertain.

I just wish you had me in your mind. Because you’re still here.

You and me, we’re absolutely abnormal, atypical.

If we happen, it is means for the best.
If we didn’t, it is for the better.