OMG. DNF about halfway through. That is time I will never get back. Please grab a barf bag before you start reading this. I told you so.

From the age of 6, he knew what he desired to do with his life. He wanted to be a fashion designer. Opportunities manifested to help him learn a variety of skills which would further aid him to achieve this goal. For him, talking fashion was a way for him to bond with a wide range of people. Who knew his love of fashion would unlock even more doors.
I won’t mention Yoong’s father for he was unaccepting of his son’s choices and therefore provides little to no positive reflection from my standpoint. Even though he occasionally took advantage of his son’s skills, he continually signed him up for classes such as karate and judo. How else was he to turn his effeminate son into a manly man?
I admire the young Malayan’s outlook on life. He was respectful of others; often asking others for advice. He was fearless, even when he wasn’t. He was dedicated; working hard to master each skill he set out to learn. He was open to adventure; he looked inward and allowed his heart to direct him towards his destination. Yoong accepted and cherished each opportunity as a stepping stone towards his dream.
From this memoir, I learned intimacy can be so much greater than just sex. Yes, I skimmed over much of the physical interactions (sorry), but it was so much more than that. When actions and gestures come straight from the heart, the effect of loving can be limitless.
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