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Josephine.
Since 1988.
A tub of Strawberry Cheesecake Ice-cream with my favourite Hollywood flicks pretty sums me up.







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Saturday, March 17, 2007

i'm leaving for china in less than 36 hours, approximately 30 hours more. farewell to all, for 2 weeks.

good news and bad news.

good news is, i should be almost done with my packing, except that i haven't get some items which i ought to get yet.

bad news is, i guess i still have doubts over certain things. and for that, i choose to remain silent cuz' maybe it's better off this way.

it's been a long time i chose to be unexpressive regarding issues as such.
i know that once i stop being expressive, i will also start to keep more and more things to myself.
for friends who know me quite a bit, maybe it's nothing unusual.
but for true friends who have been through thick and thin with me,
they will surely remember those days of the past whereby people unceasingly remarked 'oh my gosh, you're tolerating all these shits?'
at least, that one person will know it so well so good.
well, maybe, just maybe.. those people who once mentioned that thought that how good will it be if i were still my old self.
cuz' i'm starting to be more non-tolerant towards things which aggravates me.
i feel tired being a nice soul who gives in my best to people,
yet in the end i wasn't even being treated quite a fair bit which i ought to receive.
for i've been through a lot more, i've learnt a lot more as well.

for i know, for i know, that's why i am who i am today.