A Happy Birthday to the luckiest guy on earth, Mak Song Wen! For he had Dian's and my company for lunch today. Very difficult to have lunch with me you know. Expensive. Hahahahahahaha. I am serious. =_=
They look at them like prize possessions.
We look at them straight in the eyes, evenly with soft glares that meant, "You're nothing more, we're nothing less."
They strut around with heads in the air, proudly holding their prize possessions.
But we walk alone with empty pockets, simply because we don't sit in at what you stand for.
And yet, we know we're the richest kind of all.
You hold them, like gold dusts running in your veins. Like power.
We deny them, like a lion's guard. Like a barrier.
They are made of delicate hearts.
We are made of our very own strengths.
Like a fragrant oil, like a fresh scent.
Do you know which you're looking at?
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