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I write because I talk, excessively.
My favourite smell is skin.
I am a homebody.

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“We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.”


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12:06 AM
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Buen Camino
is the song playing right now. It means good journey, but it sounds like a sweet. Camino. Campino. Camino....Campino.

I remember reading from one of Anthony Robbins books, if I am not wrong, about how words affect you. For instance if you want to jump across something, you should tell yourself 'I CAN do it' rather than 'I must NOT fail' because of negative neurogical signals. I experienced it during financial accounting mid-term paper.

While excitedly shading my matric number:

(Chng Chee Kiong)

"Do not shade the wrong number"
"Makre sure you do not shade the wrong number"
"Marks will not be awarded if you..."

Shades a 0 instead of 1 by the 5th digit.

There's a whole flood of Shinhwa merchandise released. I want them all. Cds Dvds Posters Necklaces Bedsheets Pillowcases Calendars.

Picture stolen from Eunice:

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The only furniture in my room that is not wood is The Bed. My wardrobe is wood too. I believe in wood therapy.


I have something to say, but 5 minutes have passed and I don't know what to write... so I will pass. When I was 17, I told Chengwei on the phone that I thought I was a nice girl. He replied by telling me that if I thought so, then I must be a truely nice person. I don't think I am nice anymore.