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and my heart belongs to manhattan.
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- imagine...in twenty minutes, i'll be on my way to ...
- home is where the heart is. and my heart belongs ...
- i'll be leavin' on a jetplane in the morning. and...
- i feel empty. i'm flying back in just two days an...
- people forget that i paid for this holiday. is it...
- Toffee-ettes from See's Candies rock my world... ...
- a taro ball and a spoonful of fried rice for break...
- okay, so i'm back from lunch. and i shall continu...
- it's hard to keep up with the barrage of thoughts ...
- finally, back in touch with the virtual world...an...
- so i'm back from my aunt's birthday celebrations. ...
- here's one for the road... or rather, one until i...
- i wish i could've spent more time at the library t...
- Of Brownies and Peace... the esplanade library al...
- i received a letter from someone in my not-so-dist...
- i suppose we were all really tired after pan asian...
- my boss says i've come a long way since the first ...
- thanks to angus for putting Separate Lives on the ...
- sleeping over it may have cleared my head somewhat...
- tonight, i stand alone. in my solitude. staring ...
- i never realized how much i missed cole until now....
- Separate Lives. the song struck me hard the first...
- Roy (looking to Serene): Are you going to join Sta...
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About Me
- shiyin
- A lotta people perceive me as "unapproachable". How I ever got that tag, I haven't got a clue. Perhaps it's how they usually see me poring over my sheet music, scribbling incessantly in my book, or simply hearing how I'd make a good journalist that keeps them away. Whichever the case, perceptions don't mean shit to me. I try not to judge people, and I hope they don't judge me just because I'm proud of the person I am today.
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