(thinking about blog) Seeing us right now, it brings me back to the letters we've exchanged. I bet no one ever thought we could end up as who we are right now. LOL. I didn't even want to be __________ at that time. And you, were scared of ________. But oh well, look at us now. We just in the exact same situation which we did not expect few years ago. I won't call it maturing or anything like that, but I would say, I guess its a change of state of mind. Okay fine, I have a feeling its linked to maturity but just let me sound good for once. (:
And I'm actually rather afraid to see the real me right now. Oops, I don't even know where it went. Sorry, I think my brain is massively laggy, it's probably remaining in the Pentium 1 generation, where having a computer of just Pentium 1 was a mean feat. But bring it to now, I guess it's the most dreaded thing on Earth. Oh right, maybe it doesn't even exist anymore. My reaction is like, a lot slower. Oh well. And hearing about the fake me just makes me feel...Actually I don't feel a thing. I want the real me back. I want my happiness back. I suddenly aspire to be a housewife. Sorry its such an unexciting job, but I really don't want to show my face outside. I'm anti attention. ><><