Edwin and I happily walked towards the long awaited yummy donuts to know that it actually closes! I sounded so disappointed over the phone as I confirmed it with qing, who frequents yummy. "wah liew" came out of my mouth so instantly when she said "it's under renovation but i'm not sure if it will open again."

I'm so tempted to cab after a day of work. My eyelids felt duper heavy for the whole day. Thank God that I didn't. Should I thank Mr Edddddddddddwin for stopping me as well? I'll consider, seriously. No donuts, but there came a home-brewed chestnut drink at some random hawker centre which tasted awfully nice. I felt as though I just went there yesterday, that one fine night when we sat down for late night dinner. Oh man, it couldn't be more timely. As I was reminiscing along the way, I saw this familiar face, with her familiar walking style. Guess who?

Our dearest Closed Door's director, YVONNE HUANG! dadadada. I'm so excited to see all of you during graduation day! Hopefully, all turns up. Aunty Pam, hesitate no more alright?



At the back of my head, to keep out some riffraft who lacks brain juice and suffers from chronic verbal disease, it sure works well. No sense of individuality it is. Anyway, no point holding on by a thin string. I'm washing my hands of these matters. Thoroughly. Time to move on duh.

How much can a person's writing style change? Pretty obvious. Not much seriously. But, who cares now? The viewers can tell, that is all it matters.


Bangkok, here i come. What a getaway.

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