Yesterday, I was online chatting with Mai and she saw one of my cryptic blog entries about getting attached. Hahahaha. Nope, I'm not attached to someone. It meant getting too attached to people.

Imagine being in a room with other people, each one keeping a secret from someone else. And there's one person in that room who knows what the other people are hiding from each other.

I think I'm cracking. But I'm still smiling, ehehehe.

I remember a few years ago that I was in a totally opposite position. I got so annoyed with people whispering around me within that small cubicle space. I always found that rude. But why the hell am I doing it now?

Could it be because I was content not being in the outside anymore? But somehow I felt disappointed in myself when I tried being in someone else's shoes. I see question marks on other people's faces, and saw myself years ago.

*buries nose in writing...