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back in sydney.

time holds no meaning without events associated with it, but yet when time gives little leeway for hesitation, for pregnant pauses, for unnecessary waiting, it becomes such a precious thing that you clamber to get just that little bit more.

just one day and i miss home already.


remind me never to go on any buffets with shifu again.she dragged me to one but i ended up eating almost everything whilst she filled her stomach with watermelon juice and coke:/






so singaporean right! (: (to the above two pictures )

my favourite supermart i spend my weekends at .


for some strange reason,sitting by the streets was the thing to do.maybe we were all broke.

my dad sleeps everywhere and anywhere.


off to coles for some retail therapy. ha.

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