Just came back from a great dinner with Sonia. She's an exchange student from Hong Kong, got to know her through my translation class.

As I was bathing, I recalled how I was cutting roti prata for her, coz if I were to eat it, I would just use hand! Then, another flashback. Xinli, Weiling and I had dinner at the Hong Kong eatery at Cineleisure during our PA. We ordered pork rib spaghetti, but the pork rib was too tough to be cut. And so, there I was, cutting the pork rib for Xinli. What a deja vu in the bathroom.

Since when did I learn all these, I thought to myself? Then I remember the days when my brother would chew away all the bones on the chicken so that I can have the meat. There was once he bought 10 雞排, guess what, he chewed all the bones away and left the meat for me. That's just one example of how my brother has been taking care of me in our growing up days.. No wonder, I am who I am today...

My brother just returned from a humanitarian trip from the Philippines, but he had been coughing very seriously since, to the extent that he coughed blood. Hope he's fine now..