One day over, and it wrapped up my Genting trip.


Been great, i feel more bonded with my family now, after all the things we been through.


Like erm, i don't know, i realised me and my dad, there's alot of ways we are very similar. Im really like a mini-him.

Our laughter, our rebellious nature against mom, and those child-like moment we shared, those simplicity in life that brings joy to us.

Got this video i think mommy captured me and dad playing pirate ship, and we were like standing up, hands up in the air.

Mom's like shouting from afar: OOOOIII. Dangerous! Don't do that.


And then me and dad will give her the who cares attitude. LOL.


And then we'll make fun of Sam because she got this female classmate who's in Genting too. BWAA. Lots more. Peeping at girls, sharing taste of girls. I don't know. :)


I simply love it, cherish the whole genting thing alot, cos i don't really have the luxury of having him around me all the time.


AND IM GLAD THAT HE STILL GOT ALOT OF HAIR! AND ITS BLACK :DDDD

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Now's 12+am at night, my mom and dad went to Casino, Sam's stucked in hotel room mugging for his papers.


Here, i am, in starbucks again, chilling alone with my usual chocolate cream chip...


Can't go online for nuts, the connection here can make me puke out blood. But im contented.



AT LEAST I GET TO BLOG.

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And im still guilty of causing my friends misery because of my mischief self.


Really really reallly reallly soorrrry guys.




Promise yall one thing.


If i go, i will at least, tell yall.



I won't be so silly to vanish just like that.



Just one last look, one last good look at all of you,



i'll remember all your scents, all your faces, all your love.




KL tmr to the Shing Family,
Martin.