It’s been a while — writing for the sake of writing itself, rather than to let the rest of the world know what you’re doing. After all, that’s what Twitter is for, isn’t it? We really should write down the things that matter, because we forget.
Moleskines tucked away in the corners of our rooms have their place, but some days you just don’t want to put pen to paper and leave anything physical behind; it’s like keeping chat logs so you can look back on them eight years later and laugh/cry at the ridiculous things you talked about and delete them if you so wish, because there’s less of an emotional attachment we have to bits and bytes than with things physical. And so we look for the right balance between keeping a diary and posting crap on Livejournal — this is mine.
God, that was so pretentious.
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Your about sound almost like mine. Never mind, I heart chew.
But it’s like my old one leh. The only similar thing is the SAF reference :(
Which was like mine as well. HAHA.
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Which was around before yours was! You srut
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