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I was in terrible pain after having fried rice from a certain (*&^%@$#%@!) Tsim Tung Restaurant. Damn restaurant, my brother as well as dear also reported a funny stomach after having the food there.

I THOUGHT I was fine after grabbing 2 pills so prepared to go out to meet my lovely jie jie. Too bad, mom’s being strict on the curfew so I gave up that idea and went to meet dear’s friends at Old Town instead. Mana tau, I spent half of the yumcha session stuck in the toilet doing mah bzness.

Then only found out from them that they already stamped out Tsim Tung as a restaurant with problems. Am never going there again. Pain was as though giving birth to a child, lol. (No, I’m not carrying Mr Yim’s child, you idiots, it’s a way of speech).

But the good thing about it was, as I was laying in his arms after my bombing in da toilet, his affectionate and comforting strokes made me feel so good. When is eyes looked at me with that worried expression, my heart just swelled. He even managed to stroke and pat me comfortingly when he was driving. Was still very weak though. But but but, I felt every bit of love he was showing towards me.

Some of you might not notice these things, but I certainly do. Means a lot to me too. It’s these little things that make you go, ‘Hmmm, we’re on the right track. He’s THE one for life.’

Thank you darling for your love and affection. Muacks~ :-*

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