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Yay! My birthday is done! Thank God!

So...how is life? Are you all okay? Did someone who attended my party gets to upload some videos of one stupid squirrel dancing like a geisha high on drugs?

(No YuYu! You are adorable)

I know! I was just fishing for compliments and you guys got sucked on that. My naive and gullible, but very charming friends.

So my birthday is done. Let's leave that all behind us now. And never concentrate on my age again. Unlike some jerk I know...

Qing: You are 25 now. I mean, you are only older than me by roughly six months but yeah, if someone asked us now, you will say that you are already 25 while I am still 24. So...yikes! I mean I am suddenly dating an older guy.

I fucking hate him.

He is making me sound like I am an old sleazy man and he is my boy toy! That I am the crinkly, wrinkly dirty old man who paid him so I can have sex with him.

What the ever loving fuck?!

He keeps on harping on our age. Last night, he offered to give me a foot stool while we are watching TV.

A foot stool. A fucking foot stool that old people use so they can elevate their ankles so they won't get tired. Because old people's ankles are delicate because they were...old.

Wang Qing deserves death.

Old people are awesome. The stories you will hear from them. The experiences they have that no amount of education from a University can give you.

My grandmother's stories are awesome. About how they pick fruits and vegetables from trees and their garden so they can eat them. No buying pesticide ridden produce in the market or supermarket. They grow their own food.

Awesome, right?

(Not really...)

No? Are you kidding me? That was awesome. Okay, whatever.

Anyways...stress is out. Life is normal again. Everyone is back on their routines.

And Dayu is one busy squirrel again.

Okay, confession time...

(Will this be painful Dayu? I mean for us?)

What? No. This will not be painful. I will not start some delusional ramblings about things again. I just want to say that I truly appreciate the people who attended my party because I think I have never thank you guys enough.

Thank you. I truly, from the bottom of my heart, appreciate everything. I know things became a bit confusing for awhile but I hope we can all get passed that and just...

Love.

Let's just love. Because days passed and if we spend those days moping or stressing about certain things and happenings that had happened and we cannot undo, we will all be crazy.

And that is not good. Nope, there are good crazy (which is basically all of us) and then there is bad crazy (which we all don't want to be). Believe me, moping and stressing over things can give you bad crazy so...nope.

That being said...have you seen photos of me with a gun in my hand?

(We did!)

You did! I was badass, right?!