Horses galloping, bring him to me.

My childhood friend and I met up over teh-tarik today, and he asked, 'So what is holding you back?'

I said I don't know, I wished I knew.

There are text messages in my phone that are dated as far as two years back. From old flames, and friends, and one goodwill message that my elder sister sent on the day I entered the Army. I have a habit of not deleting my text messages until the phone reminds me that the memory is full, and then I'd delete the latest ones until I see some random message from months ago.

I told myself that the moment I finally bring myself to click 'Delete All Inbox', it means I am ready to move on to a new page. But I don't feel it yet.

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Next, on Beijing and Hong Kong.