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tapestries; you're color. 
Ashley.This daughter of a devoted catholic and an excellent chef grew up in the heart of city - rain and shine. Paved her way to university to becoming an entrepreneur/marketer, her journey of twenty-three continues as she unravels the mysteries of life through her love for photography, food, traveling, the streets and beautiful things. |
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Saturday, November 27, 2010
In Loving Memory Of... ~ A man I call Grand-dad. Though not biologically related, he raised me up like one of his own. I still remember when I was a little girl, he would bring me downstairs every morning/afternoon/evening to the mama shop to get tidbits and let me ride on those toy cars stationed outside the mama shop. He brought me out, went vacation together, celebrated birthdays and Christmas together every year without fail. He loved me so much, he even quited smoking for me but because he was a chain smoker before, problems started showing four years ago, when he was diagnosed with liver cancer. He underwent a major operation. I was with him everyday after school praying that he would be healthy again. My prayer helped but not for long. I got really busy with school and extra curriculum activities, my visits became lesser and lesser, not realising that his cancer came back. Standing next to his deathbed, I regretted for so many things I wanted to do with him but did not get a chance to. The weekend I wanted to visit him, he left. I was late for a day. This year would be the second year since I last felt his last touch. 12 October 2008, he made sure that all his friends and loved ones attended his 'last' gathering. I felt it. I felt his heavy heart. I saw it. I saw his sadness in eye behind those smiles. I miss it. I miss those times. I miss him. I love him like he was my own. ~ ~ Typing this, 'Kiss the Rain' by Yiruma started playing on my player. Tears. penned by ash.
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-Can't Get Enough of Them' 01.Ticket to europe/japan/hk/taiwan/korea -Spills'
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