i've already told you, there's nothing much to hide.

fucking cool la. lol all the cars were reversing out from the road shoulder.
and there goes my supposing dinner (bah kuh teh) instead we went to pungol nasi lemak.
and then durain. like finally.
hahaha when i do my proj.

i hate it when you sleep.

Macau- The Venetian

the funny thing is, my bags were opened. someone snap the lock.
and took my lock. and never zip it back.
but nothings stolen. i didnt put ciggs inside.
im still wondering why it was open.

here comes the grand hotel, once where everyone was yakking about.

other than the fact they cant really speak english.

the suite is big. i slept on the sofa 3 nights. comfy comfy.

at least i had my own tv.

goose is fucking good. every meal. fuck fats. the exp buffet. which i didnt enjoy. but seafood lovers. you fucking would.

call me crazy, i went back and forth back to energy for 4-5 times. they say it aint worth 200+. its ordinary looking shoe but i really do like it.

the stack of yummies is for claire becus she gets real hungry at night, no not me.
slept thru the ride, got there raining. argh but guess wat dfs, 6 packs for $24!
nirwana resort hotel The buggy
all my unglam, it pleases her. the seasons of mood. excited then angry-ly hungry then tired.
Jeju rest, for the rubber pork and plastic chicken and the very nice soup.

i was fucking tired, she jus wont let me sleep. and then ya i got real grumpy.
so many pics, im smoking mayb becus there's no yellow box. beach club for beer, again no one.
haha, it came in handy.

2nd day.

good pizza real good pizza.

jet ski then wake boarding,

kelong for sunset.

awesome.

travel out to pasar oleh oleh for dinner.

watched 27 dresses.

before we left, breakfast.

we had no time, tight schedule. every min was like 'baby we dont have time, quick!' in bintan if they say 630, be sure to be there at 615.

this is damn short, cause im running out of time. fuck how i met your mother is keeping me up every night. the plane is at 8, and i havent bathe.

anyway, the trip was great. i mean being alone somewhere and enjoying everything new and doing it tgt was just great. thou i know she hates the fact that the sheets smell like ciggs and trust me it really did stink.

still, happy 11th anni. thanks honey. sorry, im leaving you alone again but this time you have muffin. i love you!

serious, if i knew yr 3 kicks in proj within the first 2 weeks i wouldnt have book this trip. sorry guys, really sorry k. you can torture me when im back or my 200k.ha.

kisses.

see that fat lard above stirring til cows come home. apparently my smart gf forgot to write a step in the reciepe called add milk. so come to last min that dry sticky thing did not look a lil like mixture for crepes and there you have it, at the last min with milk (much stirring needed) . she had to stir to, ya im weak.

Yuki Yaki (isit)

i attempted to save money, stayed at home for dinner.
and supposing not be hungry for 2 hours.
took the car to marina square.
1/2 hour ride.

the food look too delicious to stay out.
with kane and juan yumming away.
and my gf 'baby you hungry eat okay?'

didnt she always say im fat?

in a week's time, im leaving for a private getaway.
3 days then back to sing one day then family retreat 4 days.
owells.

we're gonna be on the beach, two books, two cans of beer, a pack of cigg and hmmm.