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There ain't no shame in airing the dirty laundry
Heck, I have family members who I hate, uncles who I think should just go and die, cousins who should stop sucking their parents dry and aunties who should just own up to their sexual preferences and not think that the rest of the family members are stupid.
There you go Dirty Laundry
Ain't no shame.
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Bummered
Ceh, my proposal got turned down.
"too ambitious"
That is how second rate people become second rate. It's when others tell them they are "too ambitious"
Ceh.
fuh~
By the way guys, stop asking me when I'm getting married please. What is up with that? Just because I have been with someone for an x amount of years doesn't mean that we are automatically gonna get married. It was fine the first two three times but after being asked for the 1500th time I had to start gritting my teeth and plaster a smile on my face as I answered your question
"no, we are not getting married just yet, we will cross that hurdle when it comes"
What irks me is the annoying giggle or snorts that follow afterwards and the roll of the eyes. 
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Ducky and Ralph
Two of the most fun people I have ever met, on their own their fire crackers but together the result is atomic.
Had a riot yesterday at Duckies place to celebrate his and Ralph's birthday with the theme 'Biker Chicks & Guys". So many photos to edit but this hangover ain't helping so I'll do them later.
Stay tuned for the shennanigans.
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it really doesn't matter in the end.
I used to think that first impressions were important. It was the beggining of the end if someone made a bad first impression on me. I didn't realise I was so anal about this, more so when it came about looking for a boyfriend. i fooled myself into thinking that looks didn't really matter. It didn't matter if my boyfriend was shorter than me or if he didn't have a proper job.
But honey, it did, it mattered a whole lot.
However,
After being in a relationship that spans almost as much as the digits on my left hand it dawned on me how silly I was. How silly it was of me to judge someone on how they looked and talked. After many years I realised that I never really look at my partner in the face. I never needed to, we would always cuddle and he would hug me from the back and I would be comforted with his familiar smell. His warm embraces, the way he eats, the way he walks, the way he does funny faces when he plays computer games. I could go on and on but I won't cause it just struck me that I never really looked at his face. I took it for granted that he was there, I saw him but I never really did. I just saw or maybe the right word to use here is I 'felt' his presence. His presence is what makes me love him. His presence is what makes me want to try and work out the kinks in this relationship.
Maybe this is how some people can go out with people who are less than perfect. Ugly people with not so perfect manners but have a beautiful presence. A soul that draws you into them that connects and intertwines themselves into your being.
Maybe this post is a self gratification post to make me feel better for not looking at MOH in the face and really seeing him. I don't feel bad about it but I feel as if I have to explain myself. Why should I look at him when I know how he looks like with my eyes closed and feel comfortable when I know he is near.
I get the same feelings assailing me when it comes to my siblings and parents. I rarely look at their faces but I know how my brother quirks his eyebrow when his teasing me, how my sister rolls her eyes when I'm acting stupid, how my mother always looks annoyed when I don't listen to her and how my dad furrows his brows when I annoy my mum. I know all these without having to look at them, at their faces. It's their presence, faceless entities that envelope me in emotions and situations. I remember them by this than how they look like.
What was the meaning of the post?
Nothing much, only to remind myself that first impressions, it really doesn't matter in the end.
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I got a photo in my inbox
I thought I should share this
Courtesy of Hwei Gjin, the netball girls, in various forms of dress up:P
