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Friday, 21 January 2011

[ ..used to.. ]

I used to make really awesome sunny side up.

I used to have my own messy table and privacy.

I used drink BOSS cafe latte and think that it sucks and no where near to my self-made instant coffee.

I used to drive through this jejantas every day.

I used to watch South Park vcds in my father's room with the smallest TV in the world and a packet of teh ping by my side.

I used to walk out of my house and take photos of everything.

I used to have a tree out side of my house.

I used to be a prefect.

I used to be proud to wear this badge.

I used to knit.

I used to eat this much of dim sum in one morning.

I used to follow my cousin to Soka Gakkai.

I (We) used to make fun of the Christians in the church itself. On Christmas morning, no less.

I used to be THIS skinny. yes, I know.

But then I used to be this tiny also.

I used to be excited whenever I am in the Land of Mud. (I also used to have bangs)

I used to be a happy person.


I am not anymore. I am not the person who finds things as amusing as I did three years ago.

Time has changed. People have changed. Good or bad, no one can judge except for themselves. I do miss my old self sometimes.



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