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."

Rain On Me. / The Night Before The Departure. / Because The Game Never Really Ended. / Waking Up To An Unknown Face, Again. / Take It All Away. / I Started Out Clean, But I'm Jaded. / Makita Kayong Muli. / Life & Death Experience. / Ode To A Commoner. / Extraterrestrial. /

Chapter One: Break It Up Not Wanting To Break It Apart
Dear Bloggie,

Here's the truth really, when someone asks for only the truth and nothing but the truth, the words stringing from your lips into variated decibels are usually biased. Everyone has their own versions to the truth and sometimes, or rather for most of the times, the truth doesn't really matter. We remain selfish. Because the only truth we want to hear must pleases the ear. Any lesser and we won't accept it. But here's the truth. It hurts. The version of variated decibels of stringing words hurts. There you go. The truth.

But honesty, it will begin right here. The virtual self doesn't have to know everything, although a little truth would suffice.

Until next time.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered,
Juliana Mazlan
Thursday, November 17, 2011 @ 1:00:00 PM

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