2004-02-06 - 4:47 a.m.

6th February 2004

I had a rather happy childhood before my parents broke up. It's been almost 14 years since they've separated, that it doesn't really bother me anymore.

*Why I love apples and fruits*

I remember once, when I was around 4 or 5, my parents brought me to this exhibition at the World Trade Centre and there was this guy in a kangaroo suit which gave me one red apple. I was a rather cute child (however egoistic that may sound, but if you've seen my kiddy pics, you'll agree) and I asked for another apple. This time the kangaroo man gave me a green apple and patted me. I'm not sure whether was it the kangaroo man or another guy who said this to my parents:'This kid will grow up to be strong and healthy.'

Fast forward 20 years, I am heavily-addicted to cigarettes and I drink more than the recommended intake of alcohol.

But I still love apples.

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