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Chapter 175: my S.O.


me and my significant other.
she's more than just a girlfriend. i love you baby!



i received the green Old Navy top i ordered yesterday night. it's long, like i'm wearing a skirt but it's perfect for layering with super low-rise shorts :D yea so i like ittt very much. furthermore, it's made in Dominican Republic, not China :D

i miss going to the dentist with ling! it's fun when 2 buddies have braces together but she's removing them soon... so, yea.

and you think i'll be ok after you passed me an angpow of $50? hello? where's the 5 weeks of allowances? i ought to get angry, right? you do not understand how it feels like to be your child, to cry in the heart, eyes without tears. am not exaggerating. even when i tried talking sense to you, i doubt you bothered. if my child is to tell me those, i would've broken down. you're hopeless. 10 years down the road, you'll soon regret - i'll send you to the Old Folks Home. i'm not kidding.


i am not looking forward to Sunday, really.
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