am too busy translating completely bs article on contemporary chinese art involving bleeding rabbits and peeing machine guns to be writing anything significant, reflective, or simply worth reading.

but i'll say this. i never thought life could get this confusing when one is not completely sure whether one is single. but we're all single before we get married, aren't we? if promises don't mean anything to some people afters vows take place, why should they mean anything before?

now, that is a bit cynical, you say, spoken like a true girl with a broken heart.

but truly, you know you've reached a point of no return in life's advancement when you make peace with the fact that nothing lasts forever and there are no absolutes. from then on nothing will seriously wound your heart, and you become a bit stronger, a bit more immune, perhaps even a bit more unfeeling. it's now harder to believe.

i'm tending to it, mending it. maybe i'm not ready to take that step yet, but i'm getting back on my feet. just you wait and see.