Cant say no to this

Donation x Fashion.

Charity x Love myself.

Lady Gaga Victoria Beckham Karl Lagerfield Nicole Kidman and *roll eyes* Orlando Bloom. They got all aspects covered.

Any reasons not to buy it? No?

Me and Ryan in his ugly tee.

And this one's my favourite by Nicole Kidman. I don't think I ever watched any of her movies till the end.

I got you, Karl.

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Tadadadada

I need that five minutes in the morning to last me the whole day.

I need that cup of coffee to turn me to an Energizer Rabbit.

I need that tight slap on somebody's face if that's all it takes to wake them up. Though, I'm never gonna do it and I don't really want to do it.

I need inner peace.

With that I hope to go far. Further.

There WERE good times

Roses left on your doorstep. Couple ring. Light peck on the nose.

Breakfast together. Warm hug in the terminal. Pulling you away from the crowd.

A courageous move. Picking up your hand and holding you close. Laughter. Promises. Twinkle in the eyes. Smiling to himself after that something you said. Private jokes.

And now. What the heck is this?

You're sitting by your phone crying yourself to sleep. He shouted and cut the call. The last time you saw him, it was a week ago, and he was staring into space. Silence over dinner.

He jeered when you're ill. He's too busy to date you yet he had time crashing a party over the weekend with other friends.

There were signs, it wasn't a change overnight. Nobody stopped loving overnight. Or was it even love in the first place? Did you mistaken passion for the saintly love?

There were good times, there were. Its over now. Don't hound on it anymore.

So, move on and look for the next present.

Woah woah...slow down slow down!

It is indeed the busiest of the month, so busy I can hardly breathe. Fish has been a great help, though sometimes her absentmindedness does push my patience to the limits, but well, yeah, yeah. Give and take.

The Man moved, just 2 streets away from Senja, where he stayed for the last eight years. He claims that he don't feel a thing cos he's been moving alot since young, but even I, feel the pinch cos we hang out alot at his void deck before we were together, played with Madame Elizabeth and this and that. Heartless creature, hmph.

Doing some last minute packing up.

Wrapped up like a salmon sushi

Dug out an Air Force cap. Ooooooh I lurve it!

While waiting for the movers to come for the 2nd round, fell asleep on the mattress. He's a secret sissy.

Unpacking was faster than I expected. All men should know how to set a bed frame up.

Christy and I are very efficient, on standby like full-time maids while he throws orders around.

Big bully trying to act innocent.

Honor your words!

Walk? What walk?

The walk didn't happen at all, I got played out. He rooted himself infront of the computer watching motorbike videos on Youtube right after we reached his house.

I did my best to get him out but he wouldn't budge. At the rate he's eating and munching and snacking, I would have a perfect option for Santa by November. No wait, probably October.

My hongkey blood says a promise made is a promise to be done. Just wait and see. If this walk is not happening, I'll make sure I'll increase the amount of time spent every night in the bolster war.

" There's a monster in the closet "

And now she's out.

A biker's girlfriend night

Amy: Pump petrol?

Amy: What do you mean?

Me : 打油

Me : 车子

Amy: I know but I can't understand

Amy: You mean you go Malaysia just to pump petrol?

I don't know how to explain to my Hong Kong friend the kind of life that I'm in right now.

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Right after I blogged about the uncomfortable trip to the world of humps, I went with The Man and his friend J last night. We ventured in (and when I mean in, its realllllyyy veeery in) for supper. Somebody please remind me to bring a mask, wear 2 layers of thick shorts and a winter jacket next time.

Chilling me out ttm, that ride.

So we were on this road, tailing behind J and his big big bike, heck knows how the boy memorize the route cos it all looked the same to me. Same same kind of dark. There were no street lamps at some part of the roads, The Man was only riding at 50 but the wind was shrieking in my ears and blading my cheeks.

J wanted to bring us to a place called Lok Lok, closed when we reached. We ended up in somewhere like Newton Food Market, only cheaper and better.

While eavesdropping on the boys' conversation, I realised that J was a ex-client that called in years back, we spoke on the phone about rates and castings before. The world is so small.

There's always a first time

When he didn't turn, I thought he knew where he was going. And he went pass the second turn. Alas, and the third turn.

I looked up, a sign stared back at me. "500 metres/Melaka/Kuala Lumpur".

Smack his head, he's bringing me to KL!? On Itsu!?!?

We went down a really long way till the next U-turn. I thought I was never gonna see you guys again *sniff sniff*

So that was our first ride into Johor Bahru.

3 things I hate about riding in:

1) The humps

2) The humps

3) The humps

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10) The anyhow-drive cars and bikes

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I should seriously stop feeding people. Especially those who gets greedier and greedier cos they know that there would always be someone out there that will willingly let them chew on.

And thats the reason why I'm falling out with alot of people nowadays. That has nothing to do with attached or not attached. It's a "woke up one morning" enlightenment. Believe me, to not give a helping hand is harder than to stay the way it is now.

I'm learning, learning to be selfish.