After lots of planning and several weeks, probably amounting to months, we finally gave Faiye the farewell she deserved before she leaves for UK this weekend. Honestly I found myself not of much use in the process, as most of the work was art and craft. Zhong Yang's element. If I drew a cow you would probably think it's a table fan. Or a laser pistol. Whatever. So I helped out with the bits and pieces instead :-)
Anyway on that day we reached the agreement that Winter Warmers Queensbay would probably ban us for life. We made so much noise in there, people would have thought the restaurant was giving out free gold. Well at least we can tell Faiye did appreciate the farewell very much. Oh, and we celebrated her birthday on the same day too. It was a little weird to first present her with a cake, then a farewell card. Hmm...
Due to the fact that I did not know green tea had so many variations (well, it's green! that's it, what else?!) my friends helped me choose a type of tea called Gunpowder. Holy smokes violence has gone to the teacup! Fortunately, there was nothing really explosive about the tea. It just tasted a little different, maybe stronger than usual. I don't know. I don't specialize in tea.
Explosives aside, after hanging around Queensbay for the rest of the day, we took a ferry to the mainland and sent our little friend into her parents' car. One person less in the gang now. Not the happiest of events, but well... we saw it coming. Hopefully when she comes back one day, we'll meet and tell stories again.
He's not mad...well at least that's what he thinks.
This Is Me

- Ewe Juan
- First of all, I am human(surprise). I do: (1)Enjoy playing the piano and organ(but I don't know if I'm making noise or music). (2)Talk more trash than truth at times. (3)Talk to myself a lot. (4) Appreciate a good joke. I don't: (1)Smoke. (2)Play with fire. (3)Look like Sean Connery. I can: (1)Make silly faces. (2)Sit down thinking for hours on end. (3)Daydream for even longer. I can't: (1)Speak in public without panicking. (2)Walk through walls. (3)Turn mud into oatmeal. By the way, I'm not the duckling or the kitten. I just like the photo.
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