spreading wings and words

my weekend.. quite eventful i suppose.. met up with Uncle Alan for tea on saturday afternoon accompanied with Killiney's famous curry puffs, or meeting up with Debbie for a quick lunch @ Marina Sq this afternoon.

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gah, so many things to write about, to voice, to express.. but the countdown to booking in has severely limited myself to word constipation.

and a tied up throat with words being accumulated at the neck. it's suffocating.

actually, everything is, we all come to a point where a chapter closes and things are left behind.

and sometimes when you open a new chapter in your life, you realise, it's going through the motion once again.

the old has been made new
the grave-going has been made young
the timid has been made weak
the strong has been made tough

and deja vu repeats itself once again

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sometimes, when you lack sleep, you technically become depressed.

the key word is technically.