They think you're hot
in short skirts w too lil material, tight shirts w too much to reveal
However,
I think you would look a thousand times hotter
in oversized tee, ripped jeans, and old sneakers.
I'm a cina pek
They think you're hot
in short skirts w too lil material, tight shirts w too much to reveal
However,
I think you would look a thousand times hotter
in oversized tee, ripped jeans, and old sneakers.
“ Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand. ”
Emily Kimbrough
No one can dispute with regard to the aforesaid. Needless to mention, shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow. For this reason alone is substantive enough to propel us to set out in pursuit of that person to embark on a relationship with.
But what if one day, I told you that hey...
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‘You know the one you decided to go hand in hand with? Her tits tilt to the side, right? I know because she was mine before.’
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That’s why you should,
BE CAREFUL OF WHO YOU CHOOSE!
I have dated many, however neither of whom I want a relationship with. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a commitment-phobe. Neither am I being jaded or cynical about relationships. There are just some questions that I would love to have them answered.
Last week in Asia Cafe, after a brief exchange of pleasantries, a girl who sat next to our table slipped her number to me when the boyfriend went to the toilet.
And many years ago, I ravaged a 4 years relationship overnight, one that belonged to a girl who feigned to be the most loyal girlfriend in the world. I am saying this without a single shred of pride.
I am horrified. What if I happened to be in one of these relationships and am completely oblivious about it?
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I’ll keep this short. I needa go to work soon.
If you are still single and getting desperate, I’m in the same shithole as you, except longer. No, you can’t beat me, I have been single since birth.
And I know what your friends have been telling you. They tell you that in the event of fortuitous coincidence of geography and timing, you will eventually meet the right person and you will live happily ever after.
What a pathetic fallacy to make us feel better.
So what should you do instead?
Live independently and successfully as if you do not need anyone in your life. And no matter how dire the circumstances, DO NOT compromise with what you really want and embark on a relationship w just about anyone.
And you are pretty sure of getting a taker. Coz you are fucking attractive.
See you at Tiesto!

Many people have the misconception that I’m from a rich family. Well let me tell you now, I’m not. I’m poorer than you. When I say this I’m really not trying to portray modesty. I mean it when I say it.
My dad had a major setback in his career and is now at the verge of bankruptcy. My mom is currently trying to make a living for the family by running a hawker stall in a Chinese food-court.
When I was in the car w my mom on the way to the food-court, I asked,
YgGuo: ‘Mi, how much are you earning from this?’
Mother: ‘About 150 to 200 ringgit a day?’
200 Ringgit. That’s 9 hours of toil and sweat from a loving mother in exchange for granting her son a meal at any decent Chinese restaurant in the UK.
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The other day I sat down at my desk thinking of writing to my family to tell them how much I love them. Instead, I thought of how each and every one of them has detached themselves from all sorts of luxuries to support my living expenses in the UK.
Not surprisingly, I winded up being overwhelmed by just how much they love me.
It’s so easy to talk about love, but how many of us have really put forth the effort to weld those words together as we speak of love? I can’t remember when the last time I did something nice for my family was. I was too young to comprehend their subtle ways of loving me. They never told me how much trouble it was to look after me.
Mother Teresa once said, ‘The success of love is not in the result of loving but to want the best for the other person.’ That’s indisputably true. Despite my previous relationships have been ultimate failures, my devotion to my exes has accorded me a different kind of happiness. It has once meant something to someone.

No wonder we are all screwed up. We let people into our deepest core and allow them to uncover our true selves for the sheer thought of being someone’s someone.
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Once I caught a glimpse of my mom from my car squatting by the roadside while washing some dirty dishes. After parking my car I quickly got down and offered to help. However, she flatly rejected my offer and said,
‘You’d stink.’
And proceeded to cook me a nice bowl of fish ball noodles w additional ingredients in it. In that split moment, my heart cracked.
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Love manifests parents who forgo their sleep to look after their kids; lovers who send cards to express their affection; friends who stand by each other during bad times. However all of them have no intrinsic value at all as love cannot be measured.
Whether it’s a love card sent from another continent or a simple morning text the value lies in the fact that we all look beyond our own needs and welfare to look out for others whom we cherish. After all, love inspires us to better ourselves in every way to provide for those we love.
I am truly amazed at what love can do. I am amazed at how much I’ve grown under their perpetual love, how much I’ve changed from a rebel against my family to a loving son.
I am eager to find love. I cant wait to show someone the love I have inside of me.
And, to make that person feel happy.

If life is like a race, at the age of 21, when arrive at the pit stop, expecting refueling and tires change, the mechanics would tell you, ‘You’ve watched us long enough, now do it on your own.’
The point is simple. After 21 years of being sheltered, it’s time to start taking matters into your own hands.
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Despite months of anticipation, when the big 2-1 is finally here, it still came as a shock to me, like omg dude, I’m fucking 21.
Considering the leaps and bounds that I’ve made, I’m glad that I did not choose the less travelled route. For English is finally getting into my stride, though I still can’t speak very well. No more spindly arms and legs. Still full of crap, but no longer the target for clique discrimination.
At the very least, I’m content with the person I have turned out to be.
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For some odd reason, however, at times I still feel like I have not changed at all, exemplified by numerous distraught nights I spent on self pity indulgences like looking at old pictures, watching a sad movie, or calling an ex, leaving me pretty little time for anything productive. And most of the times really, I don’t know what I’m depressed about.
Especially after a long day of work, or after a massive event, when I get home, I have a tendency to snap.
Perhaps it’s because what I set out to be was distinctly different from whom I really am. I’m not totally cut out for this. I like the feeling of these cognitive emotions, such as sorrow and love. And while I suppress this sentiment as I clamber my way up to my goals, increasingly, I’d miss these sentimentalities, and it’s harder to fend off each time. The further I wander off my comfort zone, the more I desire to dwell in it.
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True, it’d be so much easier to just turn a blind eye to this matter. After all, it’s me being myself, reminiscing about what I’ve been through, where I came from and whom I used to be. I could just lay back and trap myself in oblivion, regarding issues that revolve around me, or drink a coffee during the economic crisis and be totally comfortable w myself.
But looking back 5 years from now, will I love myself for taking the easy route? No I won’t. I know better than anyone that I’m holding onto what I should have let go of long ago, and it needs to be rectified, as being 21 year old means no room for such meaningless course.
No room for any weakness.
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