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All About BEN |
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Sep-26-19xx |
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Bite him... |
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Not sure... |
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Mandarin, English and Cantonese |
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Almost 5"9 |
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Eating, playing poker and watching Momo make a fool out of herself. |
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Working, and being dragged to every museum and concert music hall on the planet by Momo. |
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Unbelievable tolerance for Momo's clumsiness and making her feel special in the same time... |
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Our friendship started over a cup of spilled tea... |
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There I sat bored to tears in the review seminar, and I accidentally knocked over my cup of tea... My tea had spilled onto the guy who sat next to me, and all over his meticulously neat notes... |
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He got up immediately to fetch paper-towels, while I just sat there dazed... We later went to lunch together, and he made me finsih my drinks before I came back to the lecture... |
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We started out as friends who met once a week, then started calling and complaining about our common foe - governmental accounting. Soon, the same clumsiness made me forget my wallet, and he had to come and rescue the stranded me in San Jose.
We started talking about everything, and he was becoming a buddy.
He comforted my fears and shared my joys, but as time went on, our closeness drew speculations among friends and families. Being the blunt old me, I flat-out told him that he is a buddy, and nothing else, and he promised that he will always remain a buddy, and nothing more.... |
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It wasn't until I went back to Taiwan for a break, and my senile little brain cannot recall his number which was stored in my cell-phone on speedial. I missed him. It was then, my mother hit me on my head with a hammer, and told me she smelled more than a "friend"...
We finally met after 3 weeks of seperation, and we both knew there was something, but I wan not ready for a relationship. I lacked trust and faith in love.
I kicked and screamed for him to go away, yet he always managed to hang on. He always left notes on my closed doors, and messages on my machine. |
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We went through many things together, not all pleasant and wonderful. But, he was beside me when I laughed, when I failed, when I cried and when I succeeded.
Through him, I believe in love again. And that, I believe, is the greatest gift one give to another human being. |
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