Yvonne, ever since you crowned Dawina as my 'wife', I knew this will be most phenomenal moment of my life. Dawina, you're funny, weird, plethora of surprises and most importantly, you look great with your adorable cushioning. You crush ice, make fun of teachers and Yvonne Lee, talk to Charmaine about sex and argue with me. I enjoyed all of them.
Your loveliness discontinued my line of thought and I almost forgot about the central economic problem, scarcity. Men compete with each other for you, you are high in demand, and the price for your loveliness possesses an inelastically astronomical value.
I know it's daring for me to prognosticate a future for us. Allow me to lay it out for you, if you will.
We will probably have a child, Rosemarie Tay, who does not do well in studies because apparently, you cared too much on your research on the fusion of photonics and nanomaterials. Rosie is going to grow up a lady and she is not going to be decent. (I will have to further insulate my family from the tides of retrenchment and inflation, so I am not involved.)
Rosemarie Tay
I thought of the things we have to go through and that's right, gonads and strife.
So far, I tried a lot of ways trying to break this to you. I was literally struggling for an outlet. Once again, your grace inspired me, for you asked me to write an entry about you. It is a fantabulous idea, I must say. I have to stop seeing you, Dawina, for I am searching the coniferous in a vast dating forest. We would eat Cripps Pinks under a Red Delicious tree (deriding!), sing Irish hymns people laugh about, ride unicorns and trickle the saltwater in a smelly beach, but that is not going to happen.
SINCE I am dating someone else.
Her name is Ginny Chang, an orthodonist, and she will keep the kids' teeth white and clean. She will come home early in the late afternoon, cook plates of vegetarian spaghetti (no onions and garlic, of course), fix me a warm bath, and reprimand the children on their Uncle Tidbits expenditure, while I will wash the toilet when I bathe and look into the mirror to find answers for Life's greatest questions.
I am really sorry, Dawina. I miss you calling me Freddy Teddy, so, still friends?
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Disclaimer: All characters in the photos are residing in a harmonious and caring environment. Any resemblance to persons, fictional (legal) or factual, is quintessentially coincidental. And Daw, I am kidding. You know I am, right? =)
