dear mr & mrs bloggie….
15th February was Hafiz-O’s birthday.
Venue: East Coast Chalet
It was FuN!
Taboo.
Twister.
Poker.
Cake.
Cigarettes.
Booze.
BBQ.
Presents.
Warm Milo.
The Boys.
The Girls.
…..and everything else.
See. The. Pictures.
Ta.
And the BEST of the BEST.
My cousins and I with our respective partners.
Oh, I so adore.
Cuz Nur & Branson
Cuz Ctea & Hafiz-O
Cuz Serena & Vick
Cuz Carl & Nurul
Cuz Kat & Peenut
Lastly, just you and [...]
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
So Manchester did disappoint me a lil when I found out there’s not much to see. Aha! But I would love to go there anytime again, if time spent was anything like the one I had with the wonderful company of colleagues and acquaintances-then-good-friends-now named Tea there at cold dreary Manchester.
The [...]
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
Oh bugger. Yes, I’m fine.
Err… Juls and I are back together again.
*covers face in shame*
My love for him is absolute. My, a boon and a burden together, if that was even possible.
Just so you know, I was well…. hmmm…. Gawd, this time I dunno what to say.
Any o how, [...]
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
I dunno which is worse.
Breaking up with that twit of a boyfriend (a sure attempt) or having break outs?
Trust me, I’ll choose the former anytime. But gawd, he’s a damn charmer! Not empathetic to my feelings, (not the very least lying idiot!) except! stupid he was not. That sweet-talking bastard [...]
dear anyone…
What if your loved ones love him more than you?
What if you love his loved ones more than him?
What if his mother begged you to stay?
What if you decided enough is enough?
Well, no more what ifs. With no disrespect.
Shit happens, and all I can say is I’m so thankful for the looooong flights.
Ta.
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
You are allowed to give this entry a miss for it may be a tad sentimental. I’m just feeling sad, so shut up.
Last week, I was bored out of my wits so I took to reading my past entries in my blogspot. And I came across the one dated 19th April [...]
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
Frankfurt was all sorts of awesome, and then some. Yes, I just love Europe, heck, who doesn’t?
Two pairs of Birkenstocks, for Juls and myself, and err…. a whole lot of chocolates. Again. No kiddin! Half of my cargo filled with Giotto, and few boxes of truffles. I shall not elaborate on [...]
