lost in translation

So many thoughts are running in my head all week long but when I’m already in front of Simone, I find it too tiresome and too forced to translate these thoughts into blog entries. As usual. What’s sad is I may not update this blog but ideas, anecdotes, rants and raves always get to Clementine, my journal. Lately, the desire to chronicle my experiences isn’t as strong. I hope my memory would hold most of these for a long time because I may not deal with anything major or breathtaking now but when I’m old, I want to remember how my 26th year went.

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