I distinctly remember a scene out of my childhood. I was 7 years old (I can recall this because I can remember myself in the white and blue acs uniform while holding hands with my mom) and it was a Saturday after ECAs. My mom took me to Metro in far east plaza and was trying to buy lipstick or some cosmetic product. You know how these cosmetic
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Unfortunately, I keep wishing I never grew up. Especially if growing up means calls, calls and more calls, and slogging my ass off here.
Keep writing!
Cheers,
HY
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it's sad to hear that you are so busy! Growing up is really not fun... I hope things are going well for you and we need some beer at brotzeit soon again! =)
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