I Want To Be What You Always Wanted And Needed...

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Storyboard Directed Comments Takes Exists

Sunday, February 1, 2009 at 6:13 AM

"Rainie/ Fiona you have boy friend?" or "Why never bring you boy friend here?"
"I don't have one..."
"Huh you so..."
"She this kind of girl who wants?"
The conversation between me and relatives and the last line was my mom muttering when she pass by... Then my relative was like stare at me and I smile to him/her and walk before they can say anything else... Oh well it's true... Heh got nothing to say... This was well... Short post... Got nothing else to say... This was a common conversation that I had during Chinise New Year...

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 6:13 AM.