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Sometimes you can only wish. Wish for things that are never there. Hope for things you will never get.

But sometimes..

Believing will be alot better than wishing.

I wish.. Wish upon the Wishing Tree.


about Summer


Sagittarian . Cantonese . dreamer . emotional . Singapore . hugs . dolls . anti-social . soft-hearted . read . sleep . coffee . gelato . french . blur queen . cinderella . games . cute stuff . japanese food . anything white .


Maybe one day

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What do you like about me ?
Sunday, October 30, 2005 1:45 PM

Asked someone dear what he liked more about me. My brains, face or body. Answer came in that sequence too. Hmm.. maybe I should just categorized them as internal and external beauty. It's nice to know that someone appreciates you for what you are within, because then you know that the liking is likely to last through wear and tear. (I know I am not a machine and you dont use that on humans). He claimed he will love me even if I am fat and ugly. But is it because I am totally opposite ?

He surprised me by telling me that he actually enjoys my weird questions, my idiosyncracies. What a change from those who constantly beg me to stop throwing out of the world questions at them. It really ain't my fault that my brain likes to wander into areas less visited by others, and his acceptance and approval of this major part of me placed a big wide grin on my face. To him, that's cute.

How sweet.

According to a bimbo lecturer, the expression of gratitude is a sign of maturity. Thus the need to constantly reflect on our relationships and express our gratitudes. This I agree. Maybe not so much maturity, but I guess it allows us to keep in touch with our innermost emotions, and leaves us with less room for possible future regret at not having said those words we so wanted to say. I always fail to thank people for the sweetest things they do for me.. I just asked a friend few days ago whether I have been taking things for granted ?

So I had these few names, and I shall just list a couple here. And if one should be allergic to sappy displays of affection, its time to close the window.

Kim my mentor...
the friend I thought I lost but gladly regained, and though you're not so close in proximity anymore, you've already been so big a part of me I cant possibly lose you again. And, unless you gonna hide somewhere and refuse to contact the world. Thanks for being the taitai-est friend I have, sharing in my evil jokes and appreciating my queer sense of humor, and ever ready to point out to me my delusional moments.

Cheryl my miaomiao cat...
the only cat I'll probably like and love. Wont forget the time I cried cause we would be in different jcs and I was so afraid to lose contact with you. Well, we've proved to be stronger than that. The sweetie pie who's always free for me, whether to hear me whine, cry, mope, grumble, bitch, laugh or just make meaningless noises. I'll probably never find another you, and don't intend to cause I've already got you.

Jess my sweetest partner...
scold me the most. I always make lots of mistakes in your eyes. But you are always there for me. Always act like a da-jie to me even though you are just 3 months older than me. Dont get to see you as much as I would love to, but you never fail to make me smile with your sms and everytime we meet.

Okay, this is getting too long an entry, and I really feel like napping. So those unmentioned, too bad. Haha, but ya, you know I still love you.

Hmm.. I'm in such charitable, loving mood today.