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2.20.2008

my father asked me this question today (in chinese of course.)
father : " who was that girl yesterday? are you close to her?"
me : "yar."

i was scrambling my mind on what he was intending at. half my mind was afraid that he would start lecturing me on what he would perceive as my decadent morals. the other was in total bewilderment on why the question.

to my relief, he followed up with :" if not too close, there's not need to send her back." what he truly wanted to say was "oil prices very expensive."
relief gave way to total absolute disgust. nothing to ask your son about his life and stuff, other than to save costs on iquid gold, eh?

nice.

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