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Monday, March 30, 2009


I think i am so stressed up that i can only feel emptiness..

hallow and empty...and yes...Its dark

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I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

Slower Slower
We don't have time for that
All i want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

2:01 pm

Sunday, March 29, 2009


I can no longer do what i use to love to do.

To walk the favourite path, look up, count to 10 and pause. However things are getting better i suppose. I hope.

Super stress super stress super stress. So stressed that i think i am changing myself to run away from this stress.

Quizes and project deadlines are coming up very soon.

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搬了新家,希望你能很快的适应新环境。。
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我喜欢做梦, 一幅又一幅美丽和甜美的梦境,是我说不出的思念

5:17 pm

Tuesday, March 24, 2009


suay...i have a feeling i am not out of the pit yet.

Felt so much in love with Anna Sui's eyeliner and mascara...i bought Skin Food's coffee scrub and body wax as well...the scrub ish good and Am so in love with Paul Smith's Rose!! Total damage: $250!!!

Lurking after the Fred Perry's bag..isetan scotts anyone??

I just went swimming after a super sinful dinner...feel so good and tired now...ready for bed..

time check: 9pm!! Yeah!!

(p.s: this bloody post is so super random)

8:49 pm

A series of unfortuante events happen on me again..

I ish SUAY ka lau sia (pardon my crude language for i know not any better phrase to describe my suayness!!)

Unhappy things just keep happening one after another.

I received 3 complain (including one police case)..all within a week...not because of service errors...but BECAUSE THEY JUST DON"T LIKE MY FUGGING FACE!!!! damn fugging hell.

and to make things worse, just as i was walking pass a row of trees whinning half way to Mr Ma that due to my suayness..i would prolly kena bird shit as well...less then a minute i KENA BIRD SHIT!!!! So damn SUAY can??!!! fugging hell!!! I ish dunnoe whether to laugh or cry.

Halfway thru work today i tears swell up in my eyes..walking thru after i kena bird shit...i felt tears swelling up again...then i decide to laugh it off and buy toto plus 4D tomorrow!!

damn suay to my head!!

Side track: Left 4 Dead is so fun!!!!! can we play more of it please?

1:15 am

Tuesday, March 03, 2009


I forgot to blog abt this..

So happy, i've got a written letter from my adopted son!! So sweet of him...trying to get a scan copy of it can post it here!! Hope things with him is all doing fine and well..

9:48 pm

Am i going through the full cycle again? I hope i am not.

But just because of one conversation, i find myself making a few calls, sending a few emails. And someone posted me a question which totally took me aback. I paused, hm and er-ed for awhile, "nono, i was just checking" was my answer.

Please, please don't come back.

3:24 pm

Monday, March 02, 2009


I've been having what you call the writer's block for the past 2 weeks. But i am just glad that i have finally finish off the assignment and submit it in on time. *fingers cross that it is not terrible work*

Another thing worth the mention is...its been a good night. Finally we got to catch up for a while after so so long. It brings a smile to my heart. Really. I was just thinking about how much i miss this special person just this evening.

**Thank God you replied. I am really looking forward to bringing that friendship back**

2:09 am

Welcome!


there's nothing wrong with my name.
If you think you know me, read my blog and think again.
I'm imperfect and I'm Lovin' It.
I'm the only witness and the only person who can judge my life.
This is my blog so..then that is just too bad.

It's Me


I love flowers.
I love pink.
I'm stubborn and messy; absolutely lazy.
I mahjong till dawn,
I shop till dusk.
That's coz...
I'm who i AM.
And a beautifully FAT one too.

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