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Hanyut.

It's true when they said the first step is the hardest. I have been longing to blog again ever since ever. Just this morning I had the urge to admit that Twitter got me carried away with the whole micro blogging, yes I am. I am Hanyut. Though I really miss blogging. I miss writing and pour everything into this space. Not really care who's gonna read it and what people think of me, I just..

I feel like when I blog, I feel belong.

Somehow, officially its already 2012 and I have been blogging nearly 10 years. Same years I knew Nabil and many other wonderful things. When everything fly us back the the early millennium, I just couldnt as for more.

Actually I dont really know what Ive been writing about .. listening to Edwin McCain - I Could Not Ask For More.

This is actually a song I claimed to be my love song. When I listened to it for the first time, I was not in Love. Thus, I dont really get what the lyrics meant. But I know one day If I ever gonna fall in love, I would. And now, I do.

This is what Love supposed to make us feel. Feels like everything is enough and you know, those content feeling. Like its okay if it not gonna bring us somewhere but at this very moment, its just enough that we're together.

hmm too deep?




I wish I would write more, but I guess I better stop now before things getting heavier and emotional. =) Cheers for now.


Love,
Amylia


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