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She walks in beauty,
Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

Byron




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what started as a personal journal, eventually evolve to more than just.

sometimes i keep within this place, a daily record of events.
sometimes i keep here my muse.
sometimes with bouts of inspirations i write 10 entries.
sometimes i disappear for days at end.
here holds my deepest fears and little secrets.
here tells my story in my own words.
here i discover what it is like to be myself and truly alive,
and how i can speak my mind.
here i share with you, my triumphs and my pain.
here i allow you to see through my eyes,
and in that process share a part of my mind.

come discover the little things in life and breathe, and see how in our existence we forget to live.


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For the lot of you who had been praying fervantly for me to die some mangled death, i bring you the sad news. I'm still alive.

For the longest time, i had resist writing here because the public sphere is a rather sensitive one for me. In any case, i still sometimes feel the urge to be that narcissistic self and scribble something here. So.

My career isn't taking off. I'm dying in the hands of 30 7-year-olds. I feel demented every evening when i get home. And seriously, i don't want to get things done sometimes. But i keep urging myself this is, but, part and parcel of life and i'd better get used to this. Then again, i am frustrated because of the lack of job satisfaction in some areas. I could pretend i don't care. But deep down i do. I'm not seeking for eternal approval, by the way. And certainly, recognition is the last thing on my mind.

So i'm whining. Because i cannot comprehend why i'm run by KPIs and EPMS and the likes.

-; little lotte } @ 2:00 PM

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