Third time I stepped into a club in my life, all done just before my 30th year looms. If I had to count the times I've passed this "rite of passage," it can only mean one thing: I'm such a dork. Trying to build my tolerance up is one thing, coming out of my cocoon is another. I'm hardly the social butterfly. I usually sulk and smile in a corner.
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If she grills, she grills, that's her nature. All I have to do is to keep her satisfied with my answers heheheeh.
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