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what a sad truth. i have to come back to my blog to drown my sorrows. what a sad truth, i remember my blog when i am drunk.
i started this blog when i was 26. i am now 30. many things changed. friends changed. jobs changed. loyalty changed. yet this space remained my very own. my beloved.
what a profound realisation ... i still come to this blog when i need some solace. oh my dear diary, thank you for being my own. my only true own.

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Vincent said…
I was expecting this - was worried about you. I hope all your friends will unite in a simple answer: "Cut down the drinking!"

Sorrows are not meant to be drowned, but to be listened to respectfully and allowed to die a natural death when their needs have been met.
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天氣晴朗 said…
pleasure to find such a good artical! please keep update!!........................................
TheLadyLazarus said…
too bad...hmmm

you can do better...

By the way, don't you feel old??? 30years...hmmm
Nautilus said…
Ghetu...I so understand that feeling!!!
kaushik said…
One note of caution my friend. While technology has made progress I would hate to see your blog lost. I hope you are keeping an archive other than leaving it with the care of google.

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