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Today I recieved a touching e-mail from somebody. Thanks, you should know who you are. That's it, if you even know my blog exists. Thank you, because it means a lot to me. I'm really very touch. Thank you.

Today, I went to Mao's house with Joann. I was eating their fried chicken drumsticks/chicken wings. It was nice compare to the miserable food I had at home. One day I'll unveil the ugly truth of the Chan's home cooked meal. I'll see if you just don't burst into sympathetic tears and forgive me for the crude display of me being a gorger.

So anyway, I was at Mao's house searching the internet when I came across Dawn Yang's older photographs.

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Then in RJC

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Despite her supposingly "indignant" claims of not having plastic surgery, I still think she did. But the main point is-- isn't she gorgeous now? But damn the fuck up point: I'm not as rich as her! %$^$&^&* if not I'll be the one who's doing some major plastic surgery. If only I was richer! But if I'm realy that rich, I buy myself a car and a big, magnificent house.