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Do you believe in fairytale? I still do not know if I do...
But I believe in us, our story and I am committed to write the world best love story with you.
the uncencored cencored.


someone bunuh me please. i came back home from work, air con spoilt, internet connection suxx and tomorrow is gonna be another day. today work suxx. seriously kan, i never thought i would ask someone to shut the fuck up, bitch. she is worst than being a pain in the ass and being a pain in the ass won't even fit a tad bit of that situation. damn clever in instructing people to do work where else she herself just stood there watching. so what if she's the supervisor? FYI, i've got like 6 supervisors ok? even the other 5 supervisors were more of a help than that fat bitch. i was sending food out and she asked me to clear table 3. so i did. halfway clearing, she asked me to send bill to table 15. that is just the small bit of an example of what happened. damn. i am not mad anymore. haha. so nothing to complain already la.

sometimes, i think i know a bit too much of other people's secrets. it frightens me at the same time. i'm scared i'll leak it out but so far i only leaked it out to 2 persons; mom and the boyf. few years back, the secret won't even last an hour. few years later, now, it somehow lasts longer than i expected. maybe cause i lost interest in telling others? or prolly cause i wanna gain trust in others and help them out of it? i don't know.


管他金窩銀窩
怎樣都比不過彼此的心窩
打包一箱溫柔
今後多多指教就相互寬容
你心窩做我的新窩
暖氣不需要使用
我已經溫暖到 融化所有冷漠


Who cares whether it's gold nest or silver nest
It can't compare with our nest
Pack a box of gentleness
From now on, we'll listen to each other so we can be tolerant toward one another
Let your heart be my new nest
I don't need to use the heater
I'm already warm enough to melt any cold indifference




sometimes, i question myself, why i wanna work part time. the one and only reasoning reason that managed to convince while keep me going is that; so i won't need to use my parents' money to buy things i need. most of the time i really wanna give up. for instance today, i really wanna throw everything down and walk out but it kinda made me think twice. you know, the money. so i told myself, stop being such an ass and keep on going. the boyf didn't know about this but i think he will when he reads this. i almost cried when i see him. i almost did

wanna know a secret? i "accidentally" cried while cutting onions today after my bro came over to visit me.




selfishly, i wanna be yours only.

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