i read somewhere that the best writing either comes from the most bitter of experiences, or the most ingenious of writers. (thank you anonymous) as of the moment, i have neither claim to boast of, only that my inspiration comes from the lofty experience of being blissfully happy with my head screwed on the right way and my heart soaring through the skies on the wings of a new found love.
as inspiration would have it, here i am again chronicling my existence as a celebration (as of the moment) of this new and exciting rainbow colored everyday filled with fluttering butterflies and heart shaped doodles... and the narcissistic fear of living life in total anonymity.
although not intended but quite appropriately it's chinese happy new year. let's wait and see what the new year brings.
sour note of the day: "did you cut that yourself?" -my dad commenting on my new bangs.
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