No matter what you say about love,
I keep coming back for more,
Keep my hand in the fire,
Sooner or later I get what I'm asking for
No matter what you say about life,
I learn every time I bleed the truth is a
Stranger soul is in danger
I gotta let my spirit be free to..
Admit that I'm wrong and then change my mind
Sorry but I have to move on and leave you behind

I can't waste time so give it a moment
I realize nothing's broken
No need to worry bout everything I done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don't look back got a new direction
I loved you once
Needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo I'll always have you
I'll always have you
I'll always have you

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Just a short post, not much been happening these past few days. I'm not very good at organising reunions etc. Lots of stuff to do that I haven't got to either.

However, few bad things recently: my external hard drive caused a blackout last night, frying it's circuit in the result. Hopefully, just the circuit was fried and not the actual drive. That would mean losing a lot of important data (Anime is important!).

And just earlier today, my "a" key on my laptop broke off from the clips connecting it to the laptop surface... Unfortunately, "a" is just about the most important key for me. It turns me left in WoW, allows me to deny in Dota, allows me to select all in a body of text, and probably most importantly of all, was required to be slammed upon 14 times this sentence (the touch sensitive area under the key, ridiculously hard to press without the key. Rather extreme demotivator to blog actually.

Something that has been annoying me a bit recently, part of the readjustment process to the culture here, is how, especially in communal meals, I keep getting food dumped on my plate. This isn't bad in itself, I eat it anyway. It gets bad when, after I'm managing perfectly well on my side, when people suddenly wake up from their conversational reveries in a dialect only I am unfamiliar with (hokkien), look around, see my plate free of anything except rice, and start bugging me to take more. You see, when I take stuff, it generally spends very little time on my plate before it disappears into my mouth. I repeat for each dish, in respective amounts. As a result, people who are too engrossed in their conversations to notice, old people generally, tend to overreact when they see my relatively empty plate. It gets bad when I've pretty much finished off a quarter of the entire dish in my mouth, old people wake up, and attempt to forcefeed me with the very same thing. At times perhaps it's just easier just to open my mouth and show them, huh. My patience is ending.

Took a break from running today, too cramped up, especially in my right knee and lower back. My time went down on Tuesday from Monday as well. Well, I need to get back to it tomorrow. Hopefully I don't die or something. That would be bad. I have to preserve my life for another 1-2 weeks, where I can then properly lose it.

Good night.

Flight form!


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