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waiting game.

It’s been six days since I went for my food trail at Fairmont Abu dhabi, I got off the taxi outside the hotel, I was still unprepared and my mind was in a state of a  violent storm. Mentally breaking into pieces. It was an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar faces. I was hesitating and feeling like a fool for attempting to swim in this different pool. Was I wrong in coming here? 

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broke my device

Whoever said our thoughts have power to bring things to live was right about it. These past weeks I had a nagging feeling that I might somehow break my phone and I don’t know why, but this time it choose to crack so badly.I have dropped it from quite some height countless times, and today when it fell off my open bag it banged against the floor and cracked on the edges. I was surprised for a few seconds and then I got over it like as if I knew something like this was bound to happen sooner or later. I guess this gives me an excuse to buy a new phone, I carry an outdated Lenovo x2. But my desire to spend money to buy a new phone isn’t that strong at the moment, maybe after a few months later? I’ll probably carry this broken phone along with me for a few more months. :/ My punishment for being careless.

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Feelings and foreboding.

Day before yesterday I had another outburst with my Jr sous chef. He is pure evil and only acts as a catalyst to increasing my anger and provoking me. The further I stay from him the better, but he just WON’T leave me alone and digs for ways to try and give me shit. I just want to really punch him in the face once, the way he talks like as if he is above me and the condescending look on his face just sends my rage over the edge. He is a scheming, two-faced bastard.

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Novemeber 27

Talked to my mum on Skype after a long period of slience. My dad is still in the village mourning over the death of his step-mother, and  wrapping things up. Apparently it cost alot of money

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him

A pill of summer is he, He who warms my heart. A pavilion of sanctuary is he, He whom I nest beneath. An eternal bliss with he, He who embraces me, Until he cracks my limbs with love. #love #mylove #him

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Alas, I am but a coward.

I can't tell you what I most want.

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should I just cut open my heart and tell you everything?

tell you all.

should I wear my heart on my sleeves, my thoughts on my lips?

should I just tell you how I feel?

will you then tell me the things I long to hear?

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my feelings for you were tucked away on the outskirts of my mind.

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I thought it was love I saw in your eyes.

But maybe it's the love in my own that made me blind.

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some days I just don't know.

I get swept into a whirlwind of emotions.

I've used up all my emotions , and now all I feel is drained.

I feel a feeling of unfeelingness.

I have lost my vigor.

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I like how he entertains the inner child in me.

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I want to drink Green tea underneath a weeping willow.

Or a sakura tree, fluttering with it's dancing pink petals.

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Lately, I've been into Orientals(and I'm Asian).

I want to walk around the mall with a kimono on. 

Or a cape a la Dracula style would suffice.

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I am not custom to feeling sad.

I always flee before that.

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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (you may)