Smallest bag in my collection

night market raid...

Why girls need shoes more than their meal...

picture credit to flickr



JUST BECAUSE. NO WHY

Valentine

This year's valentine was almost the same like last year.
Except for the fact that...

i have a job

and i kinda have a stable relationship with the current one...
what i like and what i have always been looking for...


Today i managed to made a business...selling valentine's flower to B who just
got together with A. so cute...

B = the boy
G = the girl
I = I la what else...

B : hey may u got sell flower issit?
I : (not knowing that he has a girlfriend) yeah...you want? give to who leh?

B : To G geh...Got delivery ah? How much?
I : (so excited to know about the news) Woah...then, i'll email you about the details.

B : Okay...i see already i let you know k?
I : Sure (laughing so hard trying to contain)

B : i would like bright coloured flowers...any recommendation?
I : well, theres only 3 to pick from...orange, pink and red.

B : Then i want the orange one...(code XXX = 9 roses with a heart shaped wand) (not cheap too)
I : Okay

I : So its attention to G and its from B la ya?
B : yeah...its attention to G and its from "smiley choc" lol...erm, how about the delivery time? coz going out with her at 11 am like that...and how about the payment?

I : yeah...make sure u bank in asap
B : oh, i never banked in money before, issit okay by tonight? or tomorro morning? sorry u need to keep replying me.

I : Its okay. (so funny right? and so sweet!!! " smiley choc" wahahahaha...sorry...not intended)
B : and oh oh.... dont tell her about it...she dont know wan...:) thanks

I: Ah...i know its a surprise...

An situation of a disasters of dilemma appeared.

I : hey, so sorry the orange roses is sold out. only got pink and red
B : (in despair replied a sms) pink lo....

I : okay...so sorry
B : you see before the actual flower? nice anot the pink wan?

I : (i assured him for such a long long time...and say...if got complain upon receive the flower, tell me )

And after a little testing B done on G...B found out that G doesnt like pink! OMG...

B : Oh no...can i change colour? can i? she dont like pink o
I : I dont know i'll ask and see...

B : ( very gan cheong and say ) kenot change ady a? u busy a? sorry ah...
I : called the supplier and ask....its a green light so i immediately change it to red.

I called B and tell him i already changed it to red.
And he feels bad for changing the colour...as i told him Scarlet red rose is quite a matured colour.
And upon noticing it....he decide for a very long time and


B: Erm, I also confuse already. LOL ....Any suggestion?
I : well, your pink rose can always come next year isnt it? and i assured him that the red will be fine...and the light pink rose is not so good after all...

B : ok la...pai seh ah...later ur supplier also mad for keep changing the flower... lol...no experience ma...haha... thanks also...
I : you are welcomed...

At midnight in msn chatroom....

B : i want to ask...tomorrow she will get it before 10 or before 10 only the supplier start to send it out?
I : (well friends, what do u think?) of course she will get it before 10 la...boy

B : oh okay...why u call me boy?
I : coz u are like kindergarten on a date...so cute so sweet...


well, its alright...most girls will enjoy the frantic boyfriend trying to schedule everything and everything on his fingertips. and the amount of surprises the boyfriend managed to give to the girlfriend. surprise element always does good deed. all girls like pleasant surprises...haha
....so good to be in love.

MY CAR!!!!!

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Dream

Fragments of memories i just remembered.
Faded in dreams i'm not assured.
Weird. Painful. Sorrow; too soon
Happens on a lazy afternoon

With the boyfriend i rested.
The birds outside just nested.
Looking out while i wonder;
And my boyfriend just disappear.

I feel weird as i search
I feel weird as i search
Walked into a familiar house
A smell of goodness just arouse

I peek and i see
I see my mummy
Couldn't be reached.
Washed in the wind.

I held the door knob
My heartbeat stopped
I see a woman and a man
Sleeping soundly as best as they can.

The man is the dad
The woman is mad
I can't really figures
All i think is they are adulterers

I yelled for my boyfriend
I scratch and scratch my hand
I bleed and its numb
I'm hurt and its dumb

I closed my eyes
I opened my eyes
I saw a friend thats close to me
I asked her where have i been

She smile and smirked
I'm stunned its weird
I asked about him
She replied with a big grin

About my boyfriend she commented
That he is actually created
To hurt me to leave me
without reason it seems to be

He's an imagination.
My feelings are imagination.
The truth are imagination.
My world are an imagination.

And i was told
It was the work of my old
boyfriend that i leave
due to reason he didn't believe

Revenge and sorrow
Like the lions and the crow
Walking in the rain
is where i faint

Someone called....
it stopped.

I dreamed...will it come true.
I so wished it wouldn't

Never going to take long afternoon nap again.

honey honey honey

ihey honeys.....
























Finally the jar picture is here!

This is the size....for RM 17!

What have I DONE?

It seems like it has been a while since i last blogged..

Have been working on some BIG BIG.....
Hair accessories.



































































This is one of the first one i did!



Its super huge it looks like a berret....








































































Damn big isnt it? And i kind of like how my long fringe covers my eyes...





















*peek* hehehe


its all handmade...haha


actually does anyone dares to wear such a statement on your head to walk out of your house?
share with me...