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5.8.10 ♥.
Spent the past few days with Boyfriend, enjoyable, (:

Today we went to the Cathay and had Aston's for lunch, then bumped into Heather and her boy. :D
Frolick and Starbucks after lunch, then to Plaza Sing to watch Old Cow vs Tender Grass.
typical local movie, with a tinge of humour at certain parts.
walked the whole of Orchard later on and then we had Chippy's.
then Home, and Hun went to meet his friends.
the day spells F-A-T. groans*

photos up another day when im not lazy, Rawrrrr~

Don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. You can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They’d know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.

We could have been infinite. @ 11:11 PM



QUEEN.

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Brenda Yap.
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I ♥ to eat.

"Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know." - Jeremiah 3:3


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