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. therefore i love you
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automatic writing

these days in CM, i hate everyhting i used to like.
maybe i dont like them that much...
but CM people are nice.

as usual, i spread a certain amount of melancholic atmosphere among my friends.
i am born to make people sad rather than happy.

i am a person without much talent or use.
my homework sucks.

i saw karina lam today.
a star is just a human being.
normal, just like me and you but with a manager.
i cant manage myself,
will you be my manager?

she's lovely but that's all.

i know someone who is beautiful.
although only i think she is.

i can keep secrets.
i am so good at keeping words.
in the form of speech.
but not in the form of written words.
or in places where people ask me to talk suddenly...
or in a surreal/weird/unexpected place.

keeping secrets is not difficult.
far too easy.
secrets,
you are safe with me.

i dont care.
secrets/idiots/love/lust/friends/trust...

who are you?
are you talking about me?

you know nothing about me...

the window

how many beautiful things have already been created by the masters?
how many of us can still create wonderful works without following the footsteps of our ancestors?
are we all born too late?
how about the ones who are younger than us?

i love jan saudek.
i love lan yu.
i love dog man star.

i think

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i think...
i have changed.
dont dare to say i have grown.
changed.
but then,
who havent?

i think...
i am lucky.
dont dare to say i am blessed.
lucky.
but then,
who isnt?

i think...
i have poor time management.
dont dare to say time is not enough.
limited time.
but then,
who needs to live longer?

i think...
i am still trap in the past.
dont want to look at the future.
past the past.
but then,
this is the past already.

i think...
i think too much.
dont qualify to say i have a brain.
too much.
but then,
is this too much?

i think...

i am in love.

dont be surprised.

for the first time of my life,

i am in love with myself.

for the one who love me.