Briefly Gushing Over My Girl Squad

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Too much to say, but everything can be summarised in one sentence: I love my squad so much and I'm just so damn lucky to have them.


2019 Christmas
The last time the 6 of us were together
The people standing, from the left: Joey, Joxin, and the Goddess.
The aunties on their asses, from the left: Dajie, Bina, jxjx. 



I've always liked to hang around behind, secretly taking photos of them. 
They've always had my back even when I don't like myself. 
Despite all the mistakes I've made, I must have done something right to have them in my life.



P.S. Our group name is 大姐派对, literal translation is Big Sisters Party.

I love to carve my mind into words, to trace my heart on paper. Here, to type as my voice sings inside my head. Embarking on an adventure of self acceptance, self love, self improvement and soul searching. I wish to share it, the ups and downs. Perhaps I could inspire someone to finally start their overdue pilgrimage, or to be a friend to someone who is on the same hike. Expect personal stories, lessons learned, controversial opinions, fanfictions, honest reviews and emotional rants. You can call me Tortoise! FUN FACTS ABOUT ME: *Age:23 (still as confuse as ever!) *Zodiac sign:Cancer *Personality: INFP-T *Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/tortoiseteoh

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