i got into a being-fed frenzy.
by the biatches: chicken rice, stingray, damn good otah, damn amazing tofu, mooncake, pomelo, grapes, awfully chocolate choc cake, fruit wine. and that was only for dinner.
by the daddy: blizzard, cheese sausage, soup spoon (thrice in a week. we need a new dinner place), tauhuay, youtiao, portuguese egg tart. and that was within 6 hours.
excuse me but what half immortal are they talking about?
and i would quit school if the above mentioned are not suffering together with me.
one 27min hear-each-other-breathe-and-not-solving-the-problem phone conversation (tbc).
one anticipatedly weird meeting with the gf to set records straight.
yes, i am indeed looking forward to the various emotional confrontations the coming week.
when i'm supposed to be on holidays.
weird thought postscript:
biological and pseudo dads should meet. they voice concerns over the same things, they have similar ways of expressing certain thoughts, they are more than 2.5 decades apart in age. if this actually happens, it's going to be cool and interesting sia.
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