Am still here.

not every girl is a dainty miss.

Mr. Justin Kong is a university coursemate. I fondly (although vaguely) remember meeting him for the first time last September at UCL's Pre-Departure briefing. As he plopped onto a seat next to mine and introduced himself, I recall thinking, 'Wow, this guy's teeth is major'. Haha. Since then, there have been long boring lectures, red-faced nights, complicated love lives, unconditional moral support and conversations that know no boundaries. This past summer, Mr. Kong has had an office job, found what could potentially be bona fide love and made me believe him to be a true and entertaining friend. I recently revealed to him that I have a blog and he asked whether I've ever mentioned him in any of my entries. Slightly abashed then, I answered no. But the next time he does, I'll be more than happy to re-direct him to exactly this post.

Happy 19th birthday Justin Kong H.Z.

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