the food at dian xiao er is not bad actually, despite hearing bad reviews. the duck and pork ribs are crispy, the water cress soup tastes better than it looks, the fish is nice.
asherbaby cried when i saw him on sunday, and cried again today when i carried him. why doesn't he get used to my presence?! hah.
but he's still the cutest thing. he likes examining his fingers now and twisting them in all sorts of shapes. the brother says hes doing some martial arts movement, like fist of fury.
cs lewis write brillantly; philosophically, in a christian perpective. and so honest with his feelings.
my life is as stagnant as the water in the longkang.
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