IT DIDN'T HAPPEN IF I DIDN'T WRITE IT DOWN.
[version 20.11]

Juliana Mazlan, Singapore
16 December 1988

"We said what we feel, then we stop ourselves,
And just walk away.
Never looking back,
Let's just walk away."

Time Of Our Lives. / RIP Cream & Creamie. / Outlet For The Quirky. / Back To December. / Crazy Cars. / My Quick Fix. / Like I Love You. / What You & I Spoke Of. / No Regrets, Just Love. / There's So Much To Know. /

Extraterrestrial.
Dear Bloggie,

Maybe I should put myself out there again. Last time I did, I was a ball of fun who sang in the showers and danced in the rain. Heck I think I even stole things! (don't be silly, I was quoting Mraz) Now what's left of me is the burnt out reminder of myself that I'm only human. While my plan was to formulate streams of unhealthy bitchfit ravings to signify my reason for existence, I've decided to give myself the benefit of a doubt that could substantially turn into a whole other dimension. Given that I'm totally stepping on positive articulation and shifting all my anger for the greater good. Even if it means being grateful to patients who purposely pee on my sneakers.

Oh wells, at least they didn't aim at my scrubs.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered,
Juliana Mazlan
Thursday, April 14, 2011 @ 3:59:00 AM

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