"Tick, Tock"
Thursday, November 21, 2013 | 5:22 PM
I am having a hangover. No, I didn’t drink. I just caught the movie “Catching Fire” with Amy. (The photo was taken with Rio in town de other day and the Mocking Jay in the background of this photo is very apt for this post. Anyways,) Why do I feel like I am having a hangover? Because while watching Catching Fire, it was good, I shed tears, I was impressed, I got caught up with the show, I jumped, I cringed (a good cringe btw), I was amused but the ending was Such. A. Disappointment. I did not get the breathlessness, the: “Woah that was such a good movie, I was totally swept away into another world such that I am doubting the world that I am currently in.” I was overwhelmed by the movie BUT the ending just RUINS it. The endingleft the viewer hanging alright. But geez, I think that we, Le Viewers are “hung” a bit too high uh.
I am just having a very bad headache right now. But other than the horrible ending, I think the kissing was just bad... I could feel NOTHING from the kiss between Katniss Everdeen (Jennifer Lawrence, beautiful woman by the way) and Gale Hawthorne (Liam Hemsworth). I was so unmoved by the kiss that I even noticed, the saliva hanging there between them after the kiss which amuses me a lot. LOL. Sigh. And the kiss betwee her and Peeta Mellark (Josh Hutcherson) only starts to be passionate towards the end. I can never figure out who she really loves even up till now.
I know I complain a lot about the kissing. (There was this scene in Les Miserables where Éponine have a kissing scene with Marius. She was dying and finally confessed to him and the atmosphere was so good and so romantic. BUT it was ruin because their nose kind of got in the way. I’m not being mean okays? It was noticeable and, the kissing scene is just ruin somehow) I think a good on-screen kiss will let the viewers feel: “Awwwww. They’re in love!” Instead of: “Okay... they are kissing now… Because kissing is probably easier than saying goodbye” or letting the viewers feel: “Oh oh oh, now look who’s horny”. I think the worst is letting the viewers feel that the actors are kissing because the script calls for it.
The way her voice quivered when she said that they (those who came together from District 12) are a “team” (It would probably be too cheesy to say the word family even though when she say team, it felt like she way saying “family”. The feels is there.) I think in the show, she is actually the most powerless one. In my opinion, even Katniss’s little sister has more control over things and more ability to change things than her. But Effie tried to help in her own way. Her “gold symbols” thing (Read the book/Watch the movie if you are lost already) and the way she bring them around (I am sure that they from District 12 will not be able to adapt to the capital quickly if not for her) Confession: Most of my tears for this movie was actually triggered by her. LOL.
I guess if I read the books before watching the movie, I will be tremendously unsatisfied as to how this turn out. I’m pretty sure that the story has more potential than this. (Like the later sequels of Harry Potter, which have too many details that were left out and overlooked. Boos.) And the issue was not really touched on by the director. I mean, there is so much about HOPE about the injustice of the system and politics in the story. And Love. I’m sure that the whole “love is when you are willing to die for someone” concept can be brought out better. TYVM.
“For none of us would have anything to live for, if we did not find something worth dying for.”
This quote should have been the ONE of the moral in the movie. (I actually found this quote from the Comprehension given as holiday homework. Good job RV.) The movie touched too much on the theme of “survival” and “revolution”. I mean, they only talk about the injustice of the system at the start, where Katniss and Peeta were attending the “Party of the Year”. In the capital, people were puking out the food they just ate, so that they can try the other food in the party but back in their home, District 12, the people hardly have any food to pass the day.
Actually movies are a reflection of our lives, our society. They are just discreetly masked, and sometimes too exaggerated, but the underlying ideas are there. It is always there in every movie. A party always have a theme right? Then everything revolves around the theme, what the people wear, the settings, the food, the music, the shows etc. Same for movies, they all have a theme, a message, and usually these messages are in line with things in our lives. (Like how in Harry Potter, we have the idea of courage. Are you going to stand up and fight? Or run away? People are spreading false rumors about you, so are you going to confront it or back down and let others judge you for something that you did not do?) Some viewers crossed that line and made the connection, while the rest just treat the movie as entertainment.
I always believe that in every movie, every director has a message to bring across. Which is what made them start the project and film this movie anyway. But… you may say that the directors film the movie just to make money (and there are no messages that they want to convey) but hey, look at how far they are willing to go to make those bucks. What can you tell from this? (Another issue to go figure yourself, no spoon-feeding here. :p I might spoon feed the wrong stuffs anyways)
So what is it about the Hunger Games? ... Have you heard about Marina Abramović?
Quote this from another source because I am too lazy to phrase it in my own words (okays maybe not lazy but too little brain cells):
“In her infamous Rhythm 0 piece from 1974, she set up a table with 72 random objects on it in a gallery. These included a gun, a bullet, a whip, lipstick, a scalpel, a coat, shoes, and olive oil. She then stood from 8 PM until 2 AM and allowed spectators to do whatever they wished to her using the objects from the table. By the end, she was topless, crying, wearing a rosemary branch over her shoulder and rose petals over her nipples. People picked her up, carried her around, dressed and undressed her, and generally treated her like a doll. BUT by towards the end of the 6 hours, everyone ran away to avoid confrontation.” (Read More)
Hunger Games reminded me of what she was trying to show from her art piece. At the end of the day, if you let people do whatever they want, they will just try to harm each other (Probably our animal instinct) and they will run away when it is time to solve the problem face-to-face (So Thank God for social networking site nowadays right?) In The Hunger Games, ... I lost track of many times Katniss was told: “Remember who the real enemy is!” as she almost shot one of her ally.
This picture is not random okays? It has something to do with the movie too, where the tributes crosses borders and boundaries. Anyways, the title of this post, is a quote from Catching Fire. And I think this particular quote is very relateable to our lives in many aspects. "Tick, tock" Time is ticking, we have so much to do but so little time. And in the Games, the time that the tributes have with their love ones are slipping away. In reality, ... for us next year, the Class of 2014 will be graduating and I really wonder where each of us are heading from there. Yeah there will be meet up and stuffs but ... It just won't be the same anymore.
The last words that I have to say about Catching Fire, is that I really like Jena Malone (Who plays Johanna Mason from District 7) too. But what made me really enjoy the movie and really really happy are all the outfits and hairdo (Especially Katniss's braids) in the movie. :D
P.S. Have I mentioned that Effie Trinket sounds like a absolute bimbo and I love it?! "ATTITUDE"
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Monday, November 11, 2013 | 10:09 PM
This is another family related post. I think the top topics for my posts are in this order: friends, family, band, love-life, activities (CIP events or outings) and school work (I think I don’t really post about school work other than PW LOL). Anyways,
I think my relationship with my dad improved tremendously during this weekend. On Saturday morning, our family prepared for my grandfather’s (my father’s father) death anniversary. I did something that I have never done before. I woke up early and helped him in the kitchen, preparing the food for cooking. Normally, even if I wake up early, I will hide in my room and avoid my dad instead of helping him. But on Saturday, “I volunteer as sacrifice” and bravely went into the kitchen.
P.S. This is a post written by a drama mama so let yours truly exaggerate please.
Yours truly helped him wash the vegetables, cut the food, handle the fish and prawns (I greatly enjoy peeling the head off the prawns and pulling out the black things inside. It is a weird sense of achievement but nonetheless, it is an achievement.) My brother made the soup using the ingredients we prepared and my dad went on to deep fry his fried food. Now you may be thinking, “huh it’s just cooking what... she talks as though the whole family did something amazing together...”
It’s these simple things like cooking together/watching a movie together/cleaning the house together that make a difference. Cheesy I know. Cheesy but true. LOL. I could tell that my dad was really happy that morning from his aura and his tone as he speaks. Because the food has to be presented for my grandparents to “eat” first, my dad said: “Ah Gong is going to be so happy ‘up there’, he waited 10 plus years to eat a meal prepared by his grandchildren.”
Between you and me, I believe that he is the happier one.
Then, with my father’s elder sister and her family (minus the cousin Chee Guan because he’s busy preparing for his University exams in two weeks’ time), our families sat down for a meal together. It’s been ages since ‘that’ happen (‘that’ refers to my mum and my dad eating at one table) and I’m secretly thrilled inside though I hardly speak much. And I didn’t realize how much I miss having the reunion dinner every New Year where all the extended families gather and I get to meet all my cousins.
We used to meet up every New Year for reunion dinner in Muar, Malaysia when my grandfather was still around. He is like the anchors, pulling us down (in a good way of course) and keeping us together. We are based in different areas (2 families in Singapore, 1 in Kuala Lumpur, 2 in Johor, 1 in Muar) but we will come back together every New Year for reunion. But the last time I see ALL our families together, was at my grandfather’s funeral. Now we’re all on our separate ways and we hardly ever meet up anymore.
The other day I told my "friend" that one day, I want to bring him to my granny for "approval" and show her my dream guy. I would like to see the two of them cooking together in the kitchen (because both make mouth-watering food) and ask my granny to impart to him her secret recipe of her chili sauce which I'm really addicted to. I can eat anything with it. LOL. If you give me rice only I can also eat it together with HER chili sauce. :x I told my "friend", that I'm a failure in cooking which is why my husband need to learn how to make the sauce before it is too late. (My granny is getting weaker and older day by day...)
Anyways, after the meal in the afternoon, my dad brought me and my brother to stay overnight at Marina Bay Sands. *breathe in* Yeah...! I could tell his mood was really good since the start because my brother and I were quick to pack and was ready in no time so that he didn’t need to waste time waiting for us. (He HATES waiting. It gets on his nerve so much that it makes him shout himself hoarse and he can go on about it for HOURS. Sometimes it pisses him off so much that he will throw things around).
We took the train to MBS (because car parking there burns a hole in the wallet) and reached at around 4pm plus. I think we got a really good room that is spacious and has a wide balcony that overlooks Gardens by The Bay. After settling down, we went to explore the grounds and the top of MBS and waited for my aunt’s family to come over. Oh BTW the night’s climax is coming.
We were expecting my relatives to come at around 9pm ideally. So that we can take some photos together and they can go up to the SkyPark with us. In de end they say they can only come at around 10pm plus but the SkyPark closes at 11pm. So we went up for a swim first. It’s cold but the experience is very “high”. (Pun intended) And the Caucasian eye candies there are even more breathtaking than the night scenery itself. Lucky me! (It’s not me but my inner-bimbo talking).
But personally, the Jacuzzi is the best at the SkyPark. I can’t even put the feeling into words but man I wish I have stayed in the Jacuzzi longer instead of floating around in the pool. LOL (which is also pretty amazing to just float there and watch the night sky) Then we went off to wash up because it is 10:30 already. I took the room’s key (or card if you want to be more accurate) to return to our hotel room while my dad and brother went to wash up at the bathroom at the SkyPark.
But while I was in the hotel room, my dad called to tell me that my aunt has reached already. I assumed that my dad have the room’s key (the hotel gave us three) and went on to wash up. After I’m done though, I saw that my phone has 8 missed calls. ... I almost cried out then really, when I think about how angry my dad was going to be. Because apparently, when my dad called me, he asked me to go up to the SkyPark to pass him the room key. But I misunderstood his message. Let me reiterate: he HATES waiting.
Why does he need the room key?
1. The queue at the SkyPark bathroom is too long thus they want to return to the hotel room to wash up instead.
2. The lift at MBS is such that if you don’t have a hotel room card, you can visit the public floors (example: the SkyPark (57th floor) or the lobby (1st floor), BUT you cannot visit the hotel rooms’ floors unless you have the card to scan and then to press the floor level (it’s for security)
3. They cannot fetch my aunt at the lobby because they are in swimming attire (LOL)
And this is why, they need the hotel room key and all three are with me..
When I went to fetch my dad and brother, I thought it’s the end of me. That he will bite my head off or will not let me rest for the rest of the night or make me sleep on the floor. LOL. But I think because of the good karma that I have collected in the morning, I passed through this incident unscathed. So... Sorry guise, there’s actually no climax. LOL. Nothing exciting like him pushing me off the edge of the Infinity Pool or lock me out of the hotel room in my sleepwear or locking me on the balcony throughout the night or selling me off to one of the guests staying at MBS.
There was an awkward atmosphere at first though (with my dad being FURIOUS at me and me being scared to death about him exploding any moment) Anyways, my aunt and her family dropped by and then left. Actually I was hoping we can go up to the SkyPark together but it has closed by then. What we did together though, was attempting to solve this Mathematics question about finding the shaded area of this figure. My cousin suggested using algebra to solve but in de end integration was the answer to solve the question. ... We go all the way to MBS to talk about Maths... Mr Chng would be so proud of me... LOL
The next morning, I woke up at 5:30am, it was raining but my dad, bro and I walked over to Gardens by The Bay and all the way to Marina Barrage because my dad loves to explore. (Another Dora in the making) It was his first time at the Marina Barrage and he was very interested about how the dam there works. It’s not my first time there but going to Marina Barrage and Gardens by The Bay with him felt like a school trip because he keeps trying to figure out the mechanism of everything and teach it to us.
We go to Gardens BTB, he talk about how the plants there survive and grow on the structure, we go to Marina Barrage and he talk about the dam, when we go to the Flower Dome, he talk about the machines used to clean the exterior of the place, we go to MBS he talk about the foundation of the building and how the architecture works. It really felt like a school trip. LOL. But I think what I learnt most, is about my father and his mindset and morals. I daresay that despite his shortcomings, he is a good father. (:
One thing about him is his perseverance. He won’t rest, won’t stop until he comes to an answer. If only I have that perseverance when it comes to my Math... Anyways, after the field trip, my dad and cousin went to the SkyPark to swim and to soak in the Jacuzzi one last time (my cousin Chee Seng joined us when we were at Marina Barrage). They went to try out the sauna too (Thank you Rio for the suggestion!) :D Then we packed up and checked out at 12:30pm. And I came back to reality.
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Holding onto Nothing
Wednesday, November 6, 2013 | 9:17 PM
Had lunch with Yijia, Miaoye, Huimin and Brangelina today at Pizzahut. (Mr Tan Boon Jong was sitting at the next table and eavesdropping on us) Since Project Work was just over, that was like the main topic during the meal. LOL This subject is flawed in so many ways. Firstly: the injustice in PW groups itself, secondly the injustice in the school and lastly, the injustice across the nation. Not all marks given for the PW subject are well-deserved, and it just shows how results are just another number on another piece of paper, it does not define one’s abilities.
Before I launch into my criticism, I just wanna say how glad I am for my PW group and how I’m thankful for the lack of drama and the countless fun we had. Not all groups are as lucky as us. The worst are the groups with slackers. I mean, even if you have someone who you don’t go along with in your group, maybe you and that someone’s ideas might clash but at least that someone contributes, or well, try to contribute.
Then there are the slackers who got the same mark as you because well, it’s a group project. But he/she does NOTHING to earn those marks. And the worst of the worst are the slackers who, having done nothing to contribute to the group, does well in his/her studies (because by not helping he/she now has the time to study for his/her test) but you didn’t because you were too busy doing yours and his/her part. (Congratulations you now have doubled the workload!)
And then comes OP, and suddenly he/she speaks and present very well! But despite his/her talent for speech-making, he/she decided not to help you and keep what he/she knows to himself/herself and individually, he/she score higher than you. Yes the story sounds familiar I know, I heard it from two different groups already. And there are many other groups out there with other problems. To this, the teachers might say, you should have come to us at the start and we will do something about it.
And what will they do with this kind of free-loader? It is hard for a leopard to change its spots. And they can’t just throw this leopard into another group of poor sheep right? (Omg I almost spelt sheep as sheeps LOL I need the grammar police) And then the teachers say, “In life, you will also meet this kind of people when you go into the workforce, so now we are teaching you how to deal with it.” And from this, I analyze that teachers admit that in their profession, there are slacker teachers too. Okay, fair enough.
But it’s still not fair to those who deserve to get more credit than they are given.
But then again, what is fair in this world anyways?
Personally, I feel lucky that I am from RV. For a school that has just turned into an IP school in 2008 (our last batch of O-levels students graduated in 2007), our past PW records has been quite pretty. Usually, more than 50% will get an A for PW and for the previous batch (class of 2013), a shocking 92% got A for PW (I hope I got my stats right because it is so embarrassing if I didn’t LOL). The difference lies in the teachers, and the quality/ability of students. Personally, I do feel like I’ve a lot of takeaway from PW. :’)
Anyways, its been ages since I met Charmaine (which explains the photo from way back because I couldn't find a recent photo of just us together only that is decent) but we finally met up for lunch yesterday (5 November 2013, Tuesday). She has always been someone who I hold dear ever since I know her. Our friendship started in Primary 5, when I was 11 and it was the year 2007. Back then, I was still quite the chubby girl and it was because of her that I slimmed down so much. Because when people spent their recess eating in the canteen, I spent my recess with her in the classroom.
I can’t remember the reason why she doesn’t like to go down to the canteen, maybe it was because of the crowds, but I remember telling myself that I will accompany her throughout recess and not let her spend it alone. So despite my love for food, if she doesn’t want to go to the canteen to eat, I will skip recess and spend it with her. I don’t have to do it, but being her friend, it’s just something that I want to do: Be there for her.
And that was what I’ve promised her after we graduated and go to different school, that I will always be there for her. Amongst the girls in my primary school clique (Shini, Jieyin, Charmaine and Alicia), I worry about her the most. When I think about her, I think about a beautiful, hand-crafted, one-and-only, ceramic vase hanging on a thin thread. Ceramic instead of glass because it is hard to read what’s on her mind, ceramic because she is so brittle that if the thread breaks, she will shatter and ceramic because she was went through so much, to reach where she is now today, like how ceramic vases went through extreme temperature and pressure and molding to get that perfect shape.
I remember my promise to her that I will be like a mother to her. That she can always be herself with me and I will always try my best to protect her “under my wing”. My most treasured memories with her were the times we had during primary school band. In our primary school (before all the renovations and changes took place), the band room was opposite the dance studio and we would sneak into the dance studio and have heart to heart talks where we would cry our heart out and have each other for support. (I guess that was how I became such a good listener).
We would still meet up during secondary 1 to 3 but eventually we got busier and stuffs and I just wish I’ve been there for her more. Anyways, after meeting her yesterday, I really felt like she is much happier now. Previously, some time back, her aura has felt dark and heavy to me. And even though, I can tell that she is still very troubled, she has matured a lot. I will still worry about her (well it can’t be helped because I really care about her), but I’m relief to see that she is more grown up now.
The vase is slowly getting more refined, more breath-taking but what I would wish for more is that the thread holding the vase would get thicker and stronger, and be nearer to the ground. Because if one day, if the thread did break and if the vase did fall, I want it to be within reach, I want to be able to reach out to catch it, and break its fall.
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She could be better ,
Monday, November 4, 2013 | 5:01 PM
Check out my attempt at being a bimbo with non-passable photoshop skills. LOL.
Recently, I’ve been inspired by Yiling to blog more about what I think rather than to blog about what my days have been, as I have done more of in the past. I guess blogging about my days make me look like the bimbo which I am not. I am not a bimbo because I don’t look good enough to be called a bimbo firstly. And secondly, although my results do not do me justice, I am not that much of an air-head tyvm I am just too lazy to think. Speaking of being TOO lazy, here goes the first part of the post (also inspired by a fun late night conversation I had with Yiling *applause* on Sunday night).
Yes more is good, more money, more intelligence, more friends, no complains there. But when we get too much of something, it is easy to take it for granted and imagine this: You got a free, all-you-can-eat sushi buffet meal, the more you eat, and the more satisfied you are but after a while you became so bloated and over-stuffed, you feel like you just gained 5kg and you can’t move an inch. How is more, good?
And imagine you have 20 close friends, and you accidentally forgot one of their birthday or you go out with one more often than the others. How would they feel? “She doesn’t cherish me enough” “I am less important as compared to them” “She rather spends her time with them” They can’t help but think that even though that is not true at all. Or am I the only person who over-thinks here..? Anyways, in life, we don’t want too much, we just need enough.
So here are the ten steps to unhappiness! (Because a guide to happiness is too mainstream and I cannot compete with those other wiser advices out there)
1. Too proud
2. Too pretentious
3. Too demanding
4. Too trying
5. Too childish
6. Too hopeful
7. Too self-pitiful
8. Too narrow-minded
9. Too negative
10. Too hungry
No. 10 being the main key to unhappiness by the way. Just look at the less-fortunate countries and... yeah, your life is not so bad after all. Oh. Your fridge has no food? Man, they don’t even have a fridge...
- End of Chapter One -
Coming up with a “title” for this chapter was quite a challenge because I don’t want to title it “women”, because there is so much more to women then what I want to achieve in this chapter. Was talking about this to my “friend” de other day and I got quite pissed off with him because after I mentioned “Women Kingdom” to him, he (jokingly) said, “Ya and Tang Sanzang (唐三藏) emailed and told me that the kingdom use mud and water to 传宗接代 (continue the family line).”
I can’t remember his exact words but his sarcasm got on my nerves. But then again, his witty remakes and smart comebacks and (sometimes) amusing retorts are what make me attracted to him in the first place. But half the time I look stupid when I am with him because when I am with him, he takes my breath away, occupies my mind and all of my attention, how do I have the brain cells or thinking capacity left to come up with a smart comeback at him? ): Anyways, this is not the point of this chapter.
What am I supposed to do when I'm all choked up and you’re ok? – Breakeven by The Script
Another reason why I blog about this chapter, was because of an article I happen to read in Times Magazine (thank you RV) this morning. It is an article entitled “You Mean Women Have Brains?”. Mind you, the article is written by a woman and the online version is SLIGHTLY different. (I have linked up the article so that you can just click on the title, yes you’re welcome). I know you would probably want to hear more of my opinions on this topic, but really, all I can say is after watching the documentary, and reading the article, I am very grateful that Singapore is not so extreme when it comes to gender issues.
Anyways, before I end this chapter, here are some interesting sites that I stumbled across while I was writing. These sites are very interesting for those who prefer fiction over non-fiction, and the virtual world over reality, which is kind of more interesting if you ask me.. :x
1. Disney Princesses: The Sexism and Stereotypes behind the Happily Ever After
2. Gagging ON SEXISM
This has turn into a info-fed post instead of my personal opinions post thanks to me being too lazy to think.
Let us begin at the beginning. I was born to my parents, but raised by my granny in Muar, Malaysia. Having live with her for the first three years of my life, she has been the reason behind my positivity, my incline to human relations, my sensitivity to emotions, my empathy, my ability to get into conversations with people(conversations that has substance tyvm), my curiosity, my wild imagination, and most importantly, my satisfaction with being myself.
She is a woman who did not even go to primary school and has been helping out in the family since she was 11-years-old (if I am not wrong). She has 8 brothers, now left 3 (whom we still visit during Chinese New Year and I really like their family) and a handful of sisters, but now only left 1, living in Singapore. My granny’s greatest gift is her skill for cooking (Don’t get me started on this, I LOVE the food she cook. Period.) She is the most selfless person that I know and her ability to judge someone accurately amazes me.
I will talk about my granny story another day (I think it will be a more touching post than the one I wrote about my dad in Capable Of Love) But I don’t want to get emotional right now, so let’s go back to talking about me. I thank my granny for giving me with good qualities that has made me more likeable to others. By the way, it’s not my ego talking. It’s the truth.
But I was brought up by my parents. And they filled me with negativity about the society, doubt of justice in this world, fear of human’s minds and their cunning thinking, half-way to destroying my belief of love in this world, and taught me this skill to protect myself – Lying. It is not something to be proud of and I realize I lie mostly to them. Sigh. But the key to lying is that firstly, you have to believe your own lies. And when others “accuse” you, you have to be all righteous and angry about being doubt, because you are telling the “truth”.
Anyways, this is just-for-fun but here’s a ten steps guide to lying.
1. ALWAYS believe in what you are saying/lying about
2. Don’t do weird actions that make you look like you are nervous (example: touch your eyebrow/crack your knuckles/bite your lips/bite your nails)
3. Don’t stutter/stumble over your own words (the idea is to BE NATURAL)
4. Try not to look away or look guilty
5. Make sure all your facts tally (if you say you are going to school, make sure that it is not the public holidays and the school is actually open LOL)
6. Always have backups (so that you can say “if you don’t believe me then ask so-and-so lor!”)
7. Read up! (if you say/lie that you are going to any particular place, make sure you know the address and surrounding, so that when you come back, you can report and say, “Oh you know I saw this building etc. on the way to where I was leh!”)
8. Chill on the lies (Don’t always keep lying. Tell the truth and make sure that you are caught telling truths more often than you are caught telling lies)
9. Don’t be caught!
10. Even if you are caught, refer to point number 1.
I have no idea how I want to end this post because I practically spent the whole day writing this already. I took a long time because I got distracted by a lot of things here and there. LOL and there goes a quote saying, “There’s no such thing as a “happy ending” because truly happy things never end”. Anyways, since I started out bimbotic-ly, shall end it bimbo-ly too. Thank you for reading, Toddles
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