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My boy had grown up.

My boy had grown up.

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Now I know why adult life seemed so dull and stagnant.

It turned out that I miss taking part in a competition.

Spending Saturday night developing briefs now.

Now I know why adult life seemed so dull and stagnant.

It turned out that I miss taking part in a competition.

Spending Saturday night developing briefs now.

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are you kidding me…

I take the whole ice bucket campaign thingy with a grain of salt, but …

Can I have tea with those?

(Source: mishasteaparty, via mrs-mob-johnlocked)

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THIS MAN SURE KNOWS HOW TO TEASE. MIGHT BE NSFW.

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Credits to Lemon.ly

Credits to Lemon.ly

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The great news is that I now have my very own Hachiko.

He’d be waiting in front of the office’s door for me to walk out.

I wouldn’t leave until I gave him a belly rub or two.

The great news is that I now have my very own Hachiko.

He’d be waiting in front of the office’s door for me to walk out.

I wouldn’t leave until I gave him a belly rub or two.

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From talks on the growing threat of ISIS in Indonesia, misadventures in Chinese massage parlour, to detachable penis in molusks.

I know there are reasons why this friendship lasts for more than 7 years.

Welcome home.

From talks on the growing threat of ISIS in Indonesia, misadventures in Chinese massage parlour, to detachable penis in molusks.

I know there are reasons why this friendship lasts for more than 7 years.

Welcome home.

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Remember Excitement?

That was the name of your childhood best friend that you are so longing to meet again. Turning pages in old photo album, scraping old papers to recall how she was like.

At this point, you are almost suffocated by the emptiness. The void of memory.

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Arrived at the office and SHIT I THOUGHT THAT WAS A CAT. DAMN I WAS EXCITED.

Arrived at the office and SHIT I THOUGHT THAT WAS A CAT. DAMN I WAS EXCITED.

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Bowing Down to Pressure

Bothers me a lot when white people ‘accused’ us Asians of “bowing down to social pressure” when we decide to do things with strong religious/cultural/societal ties like wearing a hijab, studying for 20 hours a day, or getting married at 25.

For you white people, freedom seems to be all about running down the street naked. Shagging with everyone you meet. Being allowed to smoke marijuana without being thrown in jail. Getting to be free of any ties with your parents.

Funnily enough, having the opportunity to take our parents in to our home when they are 85 and retired is also a form of joy - and an implementation of freedom - for many of us. No one forced us to do so. We were moved solely on our love for our parents, and our freedom to make decisions as we see fit.

Yes, there are people who are being forced to do these things. But there are also people who are doing it willingly. In front of these people, you better put that nosy attitude away because you sound a lot like a white noise here. Loud but meaningless.

The truth is that one can make a concious decision about wanting to be part of a religious/cultural/societal norm. We live in any way we want it to be, and we like it this way.

No need to liberate us. We are free.

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"It’s always a pleasure to see you eat. You always seem excited about your meal!"

"I just love buying you dinner. Nothing is ever wasted."

"Clean gut, organic food, going vegan, bla bla bla."

"Girl, your cholestorel level is sky-rocketing."

"You’re fat."

"You need to try this salmon tartare!"

"You’re going to love this resto. Best fish and chips in town."

"What do you think of the pasta?"

"Ask Menur, she’s the one with all the snacks."

"You’re fat."

"You are what you eat. Don’t be fast, cheap, and unhealthy."

"You’re still young, please pay attention to your weight."

"Fear nothing, you only live once. Eat as you wish."

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Basically all the things people had ever said about my eating habit. Bad and good. Positive and negative. Supportive and condemning.

"It’s always a pleasure to see you eat. You always seem excited about your meal!"

"I just love buying you dinner. Nothing is ever wasted."

"Clean gut, organic food, going vegan, bla bla bla."

"Girl, your cholestorel level is sky-rocketing."

"You’re fat."

"You need to try this salmon tartare!"

"You’re going to love this resto. Best fish and chips in town."

"What do you think of the pasta?"

"Ask Menur, she’s the one with all the snacks."

"You’re fat."

"You are what you eat. Don’t be fast, cheap, and unhealthy."

"You’re still young, please pay attention to your weight."

"Fear nothing, you only live once. Eat as you wish."

Basically all the things people had ever said about my eating habit. Bad and good. Positive and negative. Supportive and condemning.