has it ended?

There doesn’t really seem to be anything worth writing here any more. 

Everything I wrote here in the past either had little meaning, or, where there was a meaning, or purposely truncated my message or hid it inobscure references.  

It’s ended, hasn’t it, the battle between privacy and the need to share my thoughts. If there’s one thing I learned from blogging here, it’s that thoughts are best kept in one’s brain or penned privately. I’ve found much greater satisfaction penning a physical diary than writing in riddles here. 

Because let’s face it, if we all wrote exactly what we were thinking in public, we’d all be put in a mental institution.

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disappear

Why, God, why?

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hello world.

It’s been so long.

I realise this is my first post as a real lawyer.
(What an inane observation, Rachel.)

Anyway I am exhausted.
Work is exhausting.
I am going to sleep.
Screw this blogging shit.

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もう一週間!

One more week one more week one more week!

That’s all my brain is saying right now.

ONE MORE WEEK.

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poke ah poke.

The Father decided to explore the wonderful world of Facebook today.

In furtherance thereof, I was bombarded with the following questions upon my return home at 11.30pm:

F: What is poke ah?
Me: Uh. Why don’t you just ignore that function for now.
F: But I want to know what is poke.
Me: No need la. U just needed to see your messages right? And the pics?
F: Nono tell me what is this poke? Poke got message one anot?
Me: No la poke no message one.
F: SOOOO what is poke???
Me: (-.-) It’s a function to disturb people. No meaning one.
F: Oh. (thinks) So who can I poke?
Me: Your friends la.
F: How to see my poke?
Me: (halfway up the stairs) I think it’s either in the profile or the home page.
F: (clicks and scrolls) Don’t have leh. (looks at me beseechingly)
Me: (*sighs* walks down to check) Maybe you were poked too long ago la.

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