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Kjaere, Kjaersti, Cherry… Mini Cookie or how ever we want to call our little angel. She is such a darling. She sort talking back already, aside from smiling and frowning. Yeah, she has a beautiful frown. Isn’t that weird? A pretty frown. She is also a clean freak. She screams when she feel dirty with poo and pee. Hehehehe… such a demanding one. *roll eyes* I know someone like that too. Hahaha! Must be the prenatal multivitamins that my sister has taken. She is way too advance for her age. She is even way taller for an almost 3-month old baby. I can talk and talk and talk and talk… babies. They are like candies.

Ang Beach Boy. Ahh Umm!

Well, it’s that or that. I still haven’t really get to have a real feel of Cherry Chuck. I think it’s the part where I share him. When did I learn to let people ride my board? It makes me miss my home boys, they always have reservations to borrow my board. It’s not that I am selfish, but I have a thing with my board. It’s Beavis’ fault! And that guy by the beach years ago.  He told me, “Borrowing boards is like borrowing underwears.” Eewwww! I feel I whore it all out. If it was a girl, she’d be all raped by now.

I think I go for the Dagger. Hhahaaha! Not yet, but quiet soon!

The lounge light just got busted. I thought energy saving bulbs has that longevity. Wait, I have to ask my dad about it. Lol! Little things like these make me wish dad is around. He has this fetish on light bulbs and lighting outlets. Perhaps because he is an electrical engineer. Sort of. Oh father! Back home, I never have to worry about busted bulbs and electric bills.

Finding such situation. Perhaps a little rearranging and redecorating will help. How about a wall sconce? That will be very weird. Oh we have one outside. Huh? Where is Brad? It’s Sunday and  he’s not yet here.

Twangk… Twangk… Twangk… CLICKIE.

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There are still more… wish I can hoard them all here. Lol!

One must learn to love oneself- thus do I teach- with a wholesome
and healthy love: that one may endure to be with oneself, and not go
roving about.
  Such roving about christeneth itself "brotherly love"; with these
words hath there hitherto been the best lying and dissembling, and
especially by those who have been burdensome to every one.



It’s okay to shy away rather to be taken advantage of. This might sound so poetic, but I heard the simple version of this. I am on it.

I always have my way of stalling my fate. But tonight, the push for greatness comes from a not-so familiar person. Not a stranger totally, but someone I know but not really that much… Brad’s friend.

Somehow I have to push further. It’s not because he has told me so, but I’ve always known what I have to do in my life… to strive for greatness. I am still in denial, and forever I will be in denial. I think it is my way of keeping my feet on the ground. Greatness is not for me. I am going for greatness because I can share that with other people.

Recently, we have a breakdown. It’s just I didn’t know that my period is coming, and I just took it on Brad again. Although really, I prefer to have it all alone by ourselves. But then, who am I to complain about it? I don’t really care where we are in the world, as long as we are together. Hey how about a side trip and go for some Disney vacations? Hahaha! Okay that’s too childish.