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home.
its a long day realli.
cold day hot day long long day.
macro makes one feel stewpid.
macro makes one mentally tired.
macro is interesting lol...

revisited my roots.
had some time with The Man.
thrown a few easter eggs.
made some new friends.
didnt have dory fish.
met an eagle.. i mean eager hur hur
He cures the flu for Easter.
and theres less animosity now.
my cold jokes are appreciated lol...
squeak squeak squeak...
milo and coke.....
food pinching and egg yolks

and its all good :)

tried to pass a tissue.
to wipe the issues.

"within those tears theres a story.
within those laughs theres a voice.

listening listener."

and after it all.
theres a path for me im sure.
and im happy all the same.
so im sure it goes for you.

wish you all, whos reading this, peace or salam.
with yourself. and with those around you.
before i sound like the dalai lama...
not so much a drama mama....

heres a pic of dinner cum supper.
hand pressed seed(sou3 ya1 bean)
and bean flowers (dou4 hua1)
at rochor :)
after FinalLy making it to desker road...

dee~~ lets go rochor... eat beancurd...

wheyyyyyy i took forever to get there lolx
dun do this to me~~~~


heres us having makan.

so we talked. and ahahahaha.
no more jokes about breakfasts la.....
i didnt realli catch it til i got home u know...

lying in bed now.
buble and furtado's serenading me by my bedside.
with quando quando quando~

sis1 is diarrhoea-ting in genting.
not in the gents.
thats abit lame. its abit cold.
so uve got a freezing paraplegic.
wahahahhahahahahahahah
wad nonsense....
some have night blindness.
this is night madness.
and it ONLY happens at night :)

gonna mug another day.
sounds like die another day.
and the names not bond.
and im not blonde.
gonna kill myself in the morning.
but im not complaining.

ehhh i promised no more rancid poetry.
a thousand apologies~~

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Home
by Michael Buble

Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
I'm fine baby, how are you?
Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aerorplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I've got to go home

Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home

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signing off