There's Rileen Chua, the working girl who's rebellious on her office dress code who recently learnt to appreciate gingerwinechicken

bunnysuicides, making death look easier and entertaining

SaraJeanne scribbles little notes and leaves it across her room to surprise herself one day in the future

then there's Aya, the ex-bundle of spunk running around campus, dreams of fairies and coloring pencils and someone who'd knock on the door one day and offers an invitation to see the world together

Leen, a part that is still in Williamsburg waking up to an adventure everyday

and chuagueyling, my secondary school phase where little glimpse of feminity peek through

Jamie, the ghost that floats between pixels across the net

Chai Gui Ling, the scrawny chopstick boyish kid with giant spectacles in primary school, squeaky clean innocence behind those dirty school shoes and monstrous appetite for 2 packs of maggi (with egg) for lunches while watching afternoon cartoons.

heartxrecycled, emo name (according to dc) with a cheery happy shopaholic heart that buys clothing and accessories using maybank2u and pos laju

ayayaa, gamer. geek to all games 2d. except dota. technically 2 1/2 D

Rileen Aya, conjured out in attempts to help people from different stages of my life to identify me


and xanga and chalkboards and fullscape papers and wordpress and thankyoucards and messages in coke bottles and colored pixels in jpeg forms




so may i ask, in how many parts is your body mind and soul split into? do you suffer from this identity crisis? and which, is the person you truly are? and which, is the person you want to really become if reality allows it?



and as usual, nobody will answer my question.

but thankyou, dumborainbow for your honest, special, elaborated feedback. :)


*post reposted, for special people that would probably like reading it but dont get to come online too often. i mean you, reeeeenzzz. ;)

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