On Being Particular.
"Those who get to know me a little bit closer might be aware on how particular I am. I am very particular with the past, and I couldn't get any better than letting them passed. I am very particular with one's facial expression, one's pretentious smile, one's familiar gesture that I found spreading too much power. I am very particular with the women you remember, once you've loved and hoped things could lasted forever. I am very particular with colors and shapes, one that allies with white lies, or any other shades that covering both of your sleepy eyes. I am very particular with us — not that you know, not that you understand, not that you care. But I am very particular on that, on how you bid goodbye, and how particular things float in the sky as if none of us matter anymore."