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.Friday, April 20, 2007 ' 8:08 PM

Heart felts.

My mum took my old binder to bind her protruding stomach and said this.

Mum: Can you teach me how to wear this?

Me: -Ultra shock that she told my binder-

Mum: This is so small, how you bind your breast with this?

Me: Errrrr, because my boob's is smaller than your stomach?

Mum: -Gave me a taiji palm on my forehead-

Me: -Fell off the chair-

Mum: -Walked out of the room with her hand remain in that taiji palm position-

-_-

And later at night, i can't help but keep wondering if ame is somehow related to her.

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Nicole Christine Au
Eleven December 1987
Hongkonger

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