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Friday, August 17, 2007

Big Head Stick.
On the way to sayang's house we're on the cell.
"Imma bout to reach chongpang."
"Me too, reaching like very soon."
"Hmm. Don't know if i can make it"
Dropped the bus. Sayang ask me to run. And for heaven's sake, i won't even try running for like anything. Not even catching. So i brisk walked to the cab which is about 2 metres away from the stop.

Carried this heavy bag of cosmetics together to his house.
Clearance.
I've got my pick. Sayang's mum got her pick and also for his sis.


That's when his dad came out and saw so many women-ly products he started to immitate a pasar malam vendor.
So the remaining is for sale.
Selling at prices much lower than retail.

Here's my man.


We Puff.



Then we huff.






Til then,
i'm still Loving my hubby.