Random.

Rants.

Kinda.

I’m searching for my favorite off shoulders top (I love how lady like it feels without exposing much) for I am going near the bay to have some coffee. You see, I just recently discovered how good the touch of a warm breeze is and just remembering it feels so wonderful.

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I don’t know. I’m going back after all. I’m staying. I’m staying with the bay, with the sunset, with my weekly coffee till I drop escapades, with my daily supply of fashion updates (as if I am updated, as a person).

And there’s so much more memories out there. It’s been a very very long vacation. It’s been one big roller coaster ride.

It’s been.
I am still in a roller coaster ride.

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Encounters with the Moon. Sometimes, I just get stuck somewhere - in the convenience store, sleepless nights, loneliness and then these thoughts come up. There’s no structure, only a free flow of ideas and conversations. I am not even sure how each story ends.

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The question now is, how would you handle nights thinking of those memories and how much more memories you could have created if only…

… Just because you are so close to each other.

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Yeah. Complicated.

Shoot. Think I’ll end up getting my green hoodie for tonight rather than my favorite top.

Changed my mind, I’ll just go to sleep. It’s already late.