some people have commented that this blogger, the person who's writing this blog at this moment, seems very free. Actually, just so to prove a point, i am anything but free. i'm priceless and yes, i have many pressing issues to handle, for instance school work, school work and more school work. All the holiday spirit and all has flewn out the window and into the gutters. Nevertheless, this blog is what i consider part of me, to write stuff when i'm feeling down, to write stuff for memory... You know the likes where i can read this when i'm older and go, wow...i was actually PC literate enough to keep such and such a diary.

For now...i feel quite old as i am, nearing the age which they call the passing of the key. You know the kind where your parents give you a key to either your first car...that kind. Yet, the only key i probably want and seek after would be one to my own mind. This blog was created with the intentions of remembering stuff, for i have one of the worse memories around, though it has often been narrow down to the fact that i'm kind of a scatter-brain, always forgetting this and that. There was such an incident where we were at "Ling Nam" eating our mei chai kow rou and beef porridge when we were comparing the number of wrinkles we had, and the general conclusion was that people who had small foreheads had the least number of wrinkles, and yes, that would be me. Again. The forehead in chinese culture meant one symbolizing prosperity, luck and of course intelligence. Though i never profess to be intelligent that struck me as a subject that seemed alittle...well....on the mean side though of cause the people that were present had no such intentions. haha...of course, i told my friend S, that the reason why they would say that i had a small forehead was in a delibrate attempt to divert attention from their residing hairline. Yes, missies...you are all going bald soon, while i would still have a full-crown...