Today is the 8th year and I almost forget about it. Time passes so fast. I’m already 20 this year, without him being by my side and see me growing up is hard. I sometimes wonder if he can see me from far. I remember that morning, everything seems so weird. I was supposed to go to school but no one wake me up. Mom tells me that there is no school today. I want to go to my dad’s room and she say don’t. I went downstairs and all my furnitures are gone. I saw a lot of relatives walking around my house. I keep asking what is wrong and no one answers me. I keep asking and asking till my grandmother tells me. “Your dad is dead”, this is what came out from her mouth. I stood there, right there, stare at her, and keep crying non-stop. How could this be right. I just saw him last night. I heard the elders say that he cant make it but being the little me, of course I still think he will not leave just like that. And right the next day, he is gone forever and ever and ever.
But he still remains in my heart and no one can take over his place. No one in this world. To me, he is the best daddy in the world. I love you.

P/S: Someone told me that I wrote almost the same stuff as last year, and me myself did not even realise it. Sorry for the repeating, but who cares anyway.

Went swimming with my buddies at Bukit Jalil and it was so much fun. Didn’t swim much because I forget my goggles. Haha, I can’t swim without goggles and I can’t really swim. Its so much fun playing with water.

And half way through playing the sky turns so dark and there is lightning. Terkejut aku.
Have to get out of the pool damn fast if not, kena struck by lightning then die. The rain starts pouring and it is so windy. Sejuk.

We ate steamboat at Sri Petaling later on.

Then dessert at Sweet Bean which is also located at Sri Petaling.

Mak Chuk.

Mango Lolo..

Peanut Paste match with Tau Foo Fa

Black Sesame something something..

There goes my Sunday..

Hang out a little on Friday night at Setapak with a bunch of friends but only manage to take pictures with her.

My best buddy, Ee Cheeng.

We ate at a cafe named Little Tree House and the price there is cheaper compare to Kl cafes. The foods served there is kind of interesting but we order the not so interesting ones.

Peach + Mango

Lemon Chicken

White Cream Sauce Chicken

Chicken Porridge

Banana Chocolate PanCake

Fried ManTau

And then I went back home and camwhore.

Thanks to the photographer, Joshua for taking these pictures.

I actually like this more, I think this looks better in colour.

Hmm, Josh, when are we doing our ‘photo-gra-phy’ again? Haha.. I guess you will be the only one understand my word ‘photo-gra-phy’.

P/S: The ‘photo-gra-phy’ I’m saying about here is how my Basic Photography lecturer pronounce that word. Why are you guys so sensitive? *Shake head*

The birthday Lim..

And the birthday cake..

Happy 22nd Birthday Lim Xian Boon.

What is Colorstrology you ask. Colorstrology is a self-help system that teaches you how to enhance your traits. Every one of us have our own birth color and that birth color is designed to honor you. Go to www.colorstrology.com, find for your birth date and see what color is belongs to you.

My birth date is on 5th of November and my color is Jester Red.

Your gift with words and nuances can be quite dazzling. You need to be connected with the natures and outdoors. Although your mind is active and alert, being close to nature moves you toward wisdom and away from the trappings of over thinking. Miracles happens when you connect with trust and quiet. Your personal color helps you pierce through confusion and restlessness. Wearing, medditating or surrounding yourself with Jester Red inspires patience and knowing.

Entertaining, quick, and intelligent.

So ya, this is how they describe me and my color. It is true in some way like I really think too much and it can drive me to crazy. I’ll just have to trust whatever I should and things will come out fine I guess. Go and give it a try here.

I’m sick.
Don’t know what is wrong with my stomach. Its like I don’t have appetite to eat at all and I eat so little that I don’t feel like moving around cause I don’t have strength. But I still force myself to eat and end up vomiting. Not only vomit, but stomach pain as well and I keep going to toilet. What is wrong? Once in a while I will experience this. All I can do is just lie down and sleep like orang cacat. Even when I’m sick, no one is there for me. Sigh.

I’m having a very hard time recently. One of the toughest moment in my life. Just because I’m so out of my head at that moment, that mistake I’ve done. Something I did out of anger, but somehow, I don’t intend to. It not only hurt you, it hurt me too. It hurt me so much, I don’t know how to describe the pain. I’m so so hurt, I cry every single day. I don’t wanna live my life like that. No one is here for me, no one. Not a single one. I’ve got no one to turn to. I wish dad is here to hug me and tell me everything will be alright. Why only put the blame on me? Why is it always me? I’m so tired and sick of all this, I need a rest. I wanna go to a far far place where no one can find me. I wanna meet new people. Or, I wanna sleep and never wake up. This pain I’m suffering is so unbearable, I wanna give up soon.

A series of I Kill You - cigarette photo I capture yesterday. Inspiration is from here, but message is totally opposite. I don’t like smokers and always in my mind that cigarette will kill you if you smoke. My dad influence me a lot because he never smoke and he hate smokers too. So, these photos is to send a message to all the smokers that smoking definitely will kill you. Cigarette is cancer stick!

This is the lit up cigarette.

This is the first time ever I asked a cigarette from someone. The first time ever to keep a cigarette in my bag. The first time ever I lit up the cigarette. The first time ever to hold a cigarette as though I’m a smoker (and I fail miserably, I don’t know how to really hold that stick). The first time ever to put a cigarette in my mouth and its so weird because I don’t know how to do that. I just feel like biting the cigarette like how I bite straw. This cigarette is holy smelly. Smokers, quit this stick forever! And I hope you guys like these pictures.