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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.
those were the days, me & you


18 more days

so i woke up at 6.30am to put the cold pastas into the boxes and then slice the cheese and place them on top. i swear, next time i am going to protest hard hard when the boyf wanted to buy block types! they are so hard, so frustrating and so maddening! i have to slice it and then shred it! might as well buy the shredded ones since the boyf is only using it for his pastas >< anyways, i am not complaining cause this would be my first and last time shredding the block of cheese at 6.30am!

i can't sleep and i know i need to sleep! asked the boyf a very weird question yesterday, "what should i blog tomorrow [today]?" haha! i am running out of things to blog and i don't have anything to actually help me blog? mind my wackiness. i am sleep deprived but when i start lying on my bed, my mind couldn't stop running around. i need some serious training in sleeping alone. pathetic but true.

the boyf is obsessed with one of the soundtrack in Twilight. he likes piano-ish songs but he doesn't like to sit for the practical and theory exams! Bella's Lullaby by Carter Burwell. thanks to Anne Marie for helping me looking for the scores! now i wish i had a piano here so i can waste some time instead of staring at my laptop and laugh at the blank screen for the whole day! below is a solo played by someone else NOT Carter Burwell. i find this song very relaxing (:


Bellas Lullaby ~ Advanced Piano Solo.mp3 - Carter Burwell




A woman and a baby were in the doctor’s examining room, waiting for the doctor to come in.

The doctor arrived, examined the baby, checked his weight and found it somewhat below normal. The doctor asked if the baby was breast fed or bottle fed.

“Breast fed,” the woman replied.

“Well, strip down to your waist,” the doctor asked. She did. He pressed, kneaded, rolled, cupped, and pinched both breasts in a detailed, rigorously thorough examination.

Motioning for her to get dressed he said, “No wonder this baby is under weight! You don’t have any milk.”

“I know,” she said, “I’m his grandmother, but I’m glad I came.”

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