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Scribbling [a] Runaway History


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Hello (:

I'm Sylvia. I enjoy the company of good friends and food.
I'm currently,
serving as a chair at Teck Ghee Youth Executive Committee;
chasing dreams at Molehill;
and doing Marketing & Public Relations at Levitate Studios.

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Friday, 14 May 2010
Betrayal. Denial.
Shuffling between the ends of a balancing act, I try hard to push down moments of pure emotions that rush out of my gut. I know my weaknesses and my flaws ever so clearly now - I see them clearer than before.

Convincing myself to take the right track, I always find reasons to stray. Betraying my thoughts and following my hearts seems to be the way to go to stay right.

Fingers numb. Shoulders stiff. Hearts pounding fast.
This is Earth's cruel reality, and the best thing is - it lasts.

My head's throbbing, throat real sore - I feel heavy, pain, and listless. To think a friend could take me as a joke, to make his friends laugh - what a jerk.

Sometimes true sincerity doesn't beget the same. I get it, but it still sucks.
Sleeping now. Busy as can be tomorrow!


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