dear mummy: i'm so glad i went to watch rod stewart with you. i expected to be spending $200+ on my ticket just to accompany you, in a stadium surrounded by people who's age are a multiple of my own, barely surving the old fogey's songs. i mean, i only knew one song of his, how much could i enjoy it.
however, from the rock n' rollin' english (and scots), and grooving oldies (the ones older than you, of course), the stage was set to rock the night. an electric performance, and what a talented entertainer!
a night i'd never ever forget (unless i get alzheimers like granny). i cannot remember having seen you smile like that in a long long time. i had awesome splendid fun. i don't think a dollar was wasted, and i'm more thrilled that (1) i accompanied you to a concert you wanted to go to as badly as i wanna go to Armin van Buuren's rave and (2) you had that much fun.
i know that you got a lot of kick seeing me getting a kick out of watching someone older than you perform. :D love you mummy.
dear dady: i'm so glad you got me an internship with russell reynolds. not only am i learning quite alot, i'm actually getting paid (unlike jones day in beijing). i joke. i'm glad to share a ride with you to the cbd every morning, and knowing how much you enjoy our daily breakfasts. as i said before, i wouldn't miss them for the world (unless i'm sick).
it's lovely to be in "your world", your stomping grounds, as you put it. i love that phrase, stomping grounds. (and no, dont try to impress me, i didn't learn it from you, i read it, once again, in a comic book). see, who says i spend thousands on useless comics. utter poppycock.
plus point: i still can't believe i got locked out of the rra database for looking at your files. and no, its not a system error or bug, i try to log in every day.
i know that you get a lot of kick from going to work with you every morning, seeing it as if you're bringing me to work with you. grow up dad. love you!
however, from the rock n' rollin' english (and scots), and grooving oldies (the ones older than you, of course), the stage was set to rock the night. an electric performance, and what a talented entertainer!
a night i'd never ever forget (unless i get alzheimers like granny). i cannot remember having seen you smile like that in a long long time. i had awesome splendid fun. i don't think a dollar was wasted, and i'm more thrilled that (1) i accompanied you to a concert you wanted to go to as badly as i wanna go to Armin van Buuren's rave and (2) you had that much fun.
i know that you got a lot of kick seeing me getting a kick out of watching someone older than you perform. :D love you mummy.
dear dady: i'm so glad you got me an internship with russell reynolds. not only am i learning quite alot, i'm actually getting paid (unlike jones day in beijing). i joke. i'm glad to share a ride with you to the cbd every morning, and knowing how much you enjoy our daily breakfasts. as i said before, i wouldn't miss them for the world (unless i'm sick).
it's lovely to be in "your world", your stomping grounds, as you put it. i love that phrase, stomping grounds. (and no, dont try to impress me, i didn't learn it from you, i read it, once again, in a comic book). see, who says i spend thousands on useless comics. utter poppycock.
plus point: i still can't believe i got locked out of the rra database for looking at your files. and no, its not a system error or bug, i try to log in every day.
i know that you get a lot of kick from going to work with you every morning, seeing it as if you're bringing me to work with you. grow up dad. love you!
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