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.Tuesday, January 21, 2014 ' 12:13 AM Y
& I'm waiting

Rethink. Reflect.

The number of things awaiting me to complete.. The list will never end.
And yet, I'm sitting in front of the laptop, typing this post.
Tired.. I wanna sleep, but my hair is wet. (and no, I don't have a hair dryer in hall)
And I need to read up for lectures tomorrow.

That feeling..
Maybe now it is really coming back.
Maybe this time, it's not my mind telling me that I should be feeling that.
But my heart feeling that before my brain realises.

Every time I do something, I wonder whether I should have done that after doing.
Call it reflecting or whatsoever.
Maybe, it's just me being indecisive and wanting to revoke whatever I promised/did.
Second week of the semester, and we all are complaining about how busy things are and how tired we are.
Was that talk kind of like complaining?
Why did I not feel like I made much sense in the end?
Is it just me overthinking things and being over paranoid?
I wonder .

When I was more of an introvert then, I told myself, you gotta start speaking.
Now that I start to speak more, I feel like telling myself, you need to learn to speak the right things at the right time. And stop telling people all about your personal life so easily. It burdens them too and they don't need to know.
When you need to talk.. is in class discussions.




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Luping is a lost child that has been seeking for her career direction since the first time someone asked her "What would you like to be when you grow up?", when she was still too tiny to reach the basin in her house. Despite reading books like What Should I Do with My Life: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question by Po Bronson, she had been searching like a headless housefly (literally translated from 无头苍蝇) past graduation when she actually probably needed to find a job. Eventually, she found a job and a... direction.

For those who know Luping personally, she loves plushies/soft toys and is prepared to go on war with anyone who gets their hands on her babies. Her babies are personified with voices of hers and her Mummy's, and both of them enjoy framing the babies for things they obviously cannot do. When her Mummy suggested that if one day, the babies actually speak up, “那应该会吓死” (it would probably frighten one to death), she responded that she will instead “开心死” (be happy till death) if xiaofenhong (our cute, hot pink, flat bunny) replies her. That is the extent of her loneliness love for her babies.

And for those who know Luping as Amethyst, she is a rather huge fangirl of the Korean boy band, Super Junior. So much that she learnt (and is still learning - 반가워요!) Korean in hope of understanding what they say without subtitles and avoiding the losses in translation. She has been a fanfic writer for two years and counting, which sparked off her interest in writing and thus, this blog to practise writing so that one day, she might have the courage to apply for a (content) writer position or send in a manuscript to a publisher.

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