some time ago, i discovered that my floor had scratch marks. i tried to remove them (using all weird methods, one of which includes using nail polish removers) but all were to no avail. i later found out that it was the wheels of my faulty chair that caused those scratch marks. my heart sank. well not that the tiles were new, or even nice to begin with, but the thought of seeing these permanently inscribed marks on the floor every day and reminding me that i have to live with it for as long as i stay in this room.

sometimes, when the damage is done, its irrevocable.

not even when you say sorry.

伤口愈合了，但却留下疤痕。这一条难以磨灭的伤疤，无时无刻提醒着你的过错。就像是破碎的玻璃瓶，怎么样拼凑，裂痕仍然存在。

by the way, i was friendly reminded 1. not to publish any more 'melancholic-intriguing' (i refuse to use the word 'emo') posts and 2. blog in chinese. well...noted.

recently, i'm hooked onto 爱笑的眼睛! it just keeps playing on repeat, on youtube and in my mind too.

okay, this post is getting incoherent. ciao.