over dimsum lunch today, i made a self confession and exclaimed that i'm almost hopeless when it comes to Love. wenling just laughed it away. tonight as i'm doing my final year report, jac told me from shanghai,

"i hate to use that word on you, emily. you are hopeless. and why do you have to grovel like that ?!! "

i'm the biggest love kamikaze alive, and i think Love is a pretty ugly(pun intended) thing.