and so I am 22. and age is like this numerical thing that is supposed to make sense to people but well, everyone knows I hate numbers. 22 is no different from 21 or 19. and i feel no different now then when i felt in secondary school. its like the awakening of one's human consciousness starts with adolescence and you are pretty much the same soul that lies in the body that gets older, with metabolism rate going down, getting fat, aching muscles, painful joints.
thank you. for celebrating meaningless numbers by the reasons of a parents' love, and the rest of you, friendship. for being my here and now.
a mother's love. mee sua with eggs.
thank you tiny, gan ann, moses, dexter & fiona
also, ah yi yieng maggie drey loo jfeng yan weili jia alan tianhao yunxi yang ter brian manchi roy mel uncle jimmy xiaoyu weizhong apple hailing smu climb team
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