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Monday, 11 February 2008
My daughter Stressie.


I officially adopted a daughter called Stressie on the same day I got the P3 brief.

She bugs me every single day and rants on continuously like a radio that is out of control. She goes on even when I'm in the showers, generating ideas for P3, moving my bowels and listening to Jay singing. I tried sticking my fingers in my ears to block my ear drum, but her voice is so powerful that it seeps through the gap to invade my ears and brain. I can't see her every time I hear her voice. It freaked me out at first. But after some time, I found out she was talking to me from inside me.

I think everybody has a daughter called Stressie now. And probably a son called Stress.


Written at 4:31 pm



This is me

An extraordinarily ordinary female. You can call me sa and be informed that I am a real glutton with super high metablolism rate so be on your guard if you are my foe, I may not be able to control myself and will try hard bite your head off.

-YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED FOES-




Yang Guang Zhai Nan - Jay Chou