Tuesday, February 03, 2009

a quickie.

days spent together was great with bf.

guess what, yesterday was the first time i spent talking on the phone with him from 3am to 6am. gosh! and we really enjoy it so much till today, we were partically still 'making money in the air.'

last week, we decided veinna for our buffet dinner as a celebration for our birthday days. in fact, we wanted to go sentosa so much to have their buffet dinner 'cause my bosses said the buffet there was totally, heaven.

the buffet was fab and resonable. romantic in fact if the other people doesn't walk around.

buddha jump over the wall tasted like trash. for god sake. how can someone ever drink it.

anyhow, he said we will be going sentosa on the lovely 'v.irgin' day. wee o wee.

then,

it's time to get back to the second day of my sweet eighteen.

everyone left in the morning, so, i decided to bring home some of my clothes and on the other hand, bring more bbq food back to the chalet.

oh! i have to say this. apparently, i ate nothing during my celebration. just the buffet and nothing from the bbq corner. this proves i was way too busy entertaining.

evening arrived and i was so so afraid that bf could not set up the fire. to my horror after 15 minutes or so, i saw fire in the bbq pit.


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look, how skinny he is till he fit on mine white t-shit.

and for me, i wear his clothes like dresses.

and, he looked so much alike an experienced bbq-ing otah man.

we watched the soccer matched that he said comfirm chop will win. so, finally, some time after half time, the team that we betted a scored a goal. insanely, bf didn't shout "goal!!!" he shouted, "NEW SHOES!" 'cause the winning money was suppose to buy his cyn shoes.

we were drop dead happy. so since it was about full time, we switched channels thinking that the match would be 1-0. when we switch back, it was 1-1.

nabei!

anyway, i planned something for his 22nd. BUT, queky, i need your help somehow. hehe. hopefully, this would be the best he ever had. 'cause he complained that all his bdays sucked.

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