imitating jay chou.

erm. it's funny, you know?

dont ask me about this one.

utterly irritating/disgusting guy in red. arghs!

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yummy mango sago with pomelo at...

Dong Hai!

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this is to show angel that i found the lowest rate mani and pedi...

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my friends at SIM.

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more baby stuff!

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brother chang~e. hees.

my bros.

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On Sunday 07/10, i cried like i forgot who i am. i stumbled upon : "A Walk To Remember", and that's it. i died-ed with it. i was so into the show. i let the tears flow. i didn't bother about anything. - anything at all. letting it out, crying my lungs out feels kinda good.

i want a landon cartier to be called mine. i want him so damn badly. bloody badly.

Monday 08/10. marco class is changed to tomorrow 09/10 so it's a perfect day for project. suppose to meet at 11am. i could make it but i didn't. i didn't overslept. i didn't forget. not the traffic jams. no.

i kinda felt it. i had it coming.

sometimes i wished that i can have the whole house to myself but at times, i really wished that by chance, someone was at home for me. i hate it when it hit me. i am scared that. really one day, one of these days- a permanent black out and that's goodbye dear qing..

i want to act/be strong when i am with people. i try my best to concentrate but after i used up my energy, i know i need a rest. a good one.

i have been lucky. i had been very sick. sick. then things took a turn - for the better. i was glad. still breathing but with crashed dreams.

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to smokers : thank you for NOT smoking.

i don't like smokers but yet avoiding them seemed impossible. i don't smoke and never will. it will a over-my-dead-body kind of thing. because my late grandfather who has left me since i was 7, was a heavy smoker. if i know that smoking is harmful when i was young, i would throw away every single cigarettes that he had.

i would tell him this- "gong gong, bu yao chou yan, wo ai ni gong gong."

well, i can never ever get to say that.

the pain of losing him is still felt today. it was a torture and i kinda hate myself for it. when i see people who i call friends and they are smoking, i will try to ask them not to. not because i really care so much but because i know how it all come and go..

all these years, i cant let him go. he was my dearest, dearest grandfather. and everytime i think hard about him, my vision will blurred. i hold him still very very close to my heart...

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sweet eh>