oh. hi there. i went bai nianing today. it was okay. seeing relatives and stuff. the best part was when we played cards. tai dee, black jack, bluff, heart attack. you name it. the house was bursting with laughter and joy. collected ang baos. but couldn't bother to take some because the money goes back to my parents. yes. go ahead and pity me.
then i headed to my paternal side of the family to eat some dinner. it only lasted for a short while. and i watched half of "battle of wits". amazing show. i feel like watching it.
and then. i went to river hong bao. it was very crowded. i had to dodge the crowds because i was wearing my new pair of shoes. plus. it's white. the fireworks was nice. and then. suddenly the "aroma" of smelly beancurd shocked everyone. i kinda like the smell of it. even though it stinks. so we got some. and then we headed home.
and yeah, i was thinking 'bout some stuff the whole day. i'm just waiting for her reply. sigh. ):
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Travelling somewhere, could be anywhere.
There's a coldness in the air, yeah but I don't care. We drift deeper into the song, and life goes on. We drift deeper into the song, the feeling's strong. So bring it on. |
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Monday, February 19, 2007
Open your mind.
10:13 PM |
I'll love you till the sky falls down.
Daniel commemorates this blog to express his insecurites and rants. He also has an aural interest in a wide variety of music ranging from V-Kei, J-Rock, Country and Trance. Nothing much is known about him, except that he hates to lose terribly and he has a bad temper. He also indulges in sports such as basketball, volleyball and soccer. He loves clothes, hand/wrist/neck accessories. He is obsessed with Japanese manga and anime. He desires a daily dosage of beautiful He is, Second to God. /endsarcasm. *psst. meant as a joke to certain people* He enjoys reading and demands a library to be installed in his home. What pleasure he finds from fiddling with Adobe Photoshop CS3. Reading, and composing poetry brings great satisfaction to the heart of Daniel. I'll love you till I can't feel anything at all.
I brought you something close to me.
Left for something you see though your here.
March 2006
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