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The Girlfriend Who Couldn't Be Introduced And A Bottle of Sauce

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       Two guys ahead of me in a queue in a supermarket cashier were talking, and as I leaned towards to my cart in front of me, yawning, waiting for the line to move, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on them. The topic basically was one of the guys had a girlfriend, whom he had yet to introduce to his family because he was afraid that his family would ridicule and belittle her choice of a girlfriend. They failed to discuss why his family would diss the girl, maybe she’s :      A.] ugly      B.] poor and uneducated      C.] single mom/had been married before      D.] transwoman/ladyboy      E.] an ex-con      I was thinking, while I grimaced watching the amount of my groceries rise up like a tsunami, if I had a girlfriend who was ugly, poor and uneducated, a single mom or a transwoman or an ex-con, my family would still be delighted and gladly welcome her, and would be relieved that a woman could still find me lovable. When was the last time I brought a girlfriend home to th

Crazy Little Thing Called Caffeine

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       Few weeks ago, I deduced that maybe, caffeine was part of my sleeping problem. While it’s true that caffeine makes you more alert and energetic and helps you focus on things, it is also a fact that a little too much of it makes you restless, anxious,   irritable, confused, and nervous. Caffeine also gives you headaches and increases your high blood pressure.      I am not a heavy coffee drinker, I only drink it in the morning at breakfast or when eating out (we usually have coffee after a dine out in a mall), but I drink sodas and eat chocolates, which are also loaded with caffeine.      So far, so good, I sleep a little better now, not that good yet, but better, so I probably will continue being sort of a teetotaler when it comes to caffeine. I probably have low tolerance to caffeine. So only decaf coffee for me now, and no sodas and no chocolates. I continue to drink green tea, it has much less caffeine than coffee or sodas, but I nonetheless decreased my intake, and I’m

An Instagram Story

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       She was a famous influencer, he was an ordinary blue-collar worker.      She had a million plus followers on Instagram, he had twelve.      She was twenty-four, he was twenty-seven.      He was one of her followers on Instagram and he religiously liked her posts and watched her stories, but he doubted if she even knew he existed.      But he truly liked her.      He would screen record all her videos on her Instagram Story and watch it repeatedly. She would dance, sometimes sing, or recite poems on her videos. She would also nonchalantly talk about the things she just bought, the books she had just read, the songs that made her happy, the food she just ate, or how she loved the sunlight permeating inside her room.      He would watch them while he was at work, while he was at home eating lunch or dinner, he would watch them before he slept, he would watch them the moment he woke up and he would watch them while he ate breakfast.      He would watch them while he