dangling like the puppetress

Sms for the night after the latest posting -
“i volunteer for your de-stressing. where do i sign up.”

That’s just so wrong…. friends do not fuck one another, big brudder. *lol* Thanks for the sweet thoughts though. Or should i say lusty?

I have this sudden craving for a nice suckao at Max Brenner.

It’s pizzas and wine for lunch later in the office once again.

My cousin wrote me a testimonial on friendster that cannot be seen the light of the day. god, i hope she stops doing these!

Wine training on sat.
Lingerie fashon show on sat.
Clubbing on sat.
Max brenner on sat.
Prego brunch on sun.
Shopping on sun.

boy oh boy.

i need a fuck for my stress.

Orange lights, running models, long waiting time, 10mins fashion walk, familiar faces, jappy models, G-star fashion walk was a disappointment.

Thanks to the salvation of the amazing coffee after, we spent bonding time making cosy chat and people-watching beneath our rock-star sunnies. It was a really long day for me as I had another party after the fashion show. By the time I reached home, it was after 3 in the morning. Sunday was a lazy couch-potato day which I was glad for.

The maid has finally returned to Indonesia and it’s pretty humoring seeing the mothers doing housework for the first time. Mum boasted that it felt good, but by the third day, she was complaining of fatigue. I did what I could with the usual washing and folding of the laundry-dried clothes. And for once, I’m being appointed the cook for next Sunday, it’s a pity about the oven or I could start making my fave cookies once again to share round.

I haven’t got his pic for posting but just imagine the rock-star sunnies and fitting tees and jeans and bravo, you have his image. But really, we are just friends.

I am such a fussy that i should be given a slap.