This is what i bought for Mr 8 Packs on Christmas... Bvlgari Aqva Pour Homme Shower Gel.


Sexy Scent for a sexy guy! =P



My gastric flu aint getting any better... sometimes it gets better and sometimes its worse. I need more TLC but i know that situation doesnt allow...


If Mr 8 packs doesnt go to work then we wouldnt have enough money to date.. and both of us didnt want to slack at his house either. And i wont want a man wout a future, and right now even thou his job is quite physically demanding i know he is working for his dreams..



I am giving him my full support. Work aint easy for me either. Still trying to fit in to the new working environment.



I still miss being in the relief pool, though it feels like i dont have a home, but i dont really have much responsibilities. And when shit happens i can always "act blur" but now i cant shirk away from responsibilities.



And i have learnt that everywhere you go, regardless of work, school or any other organisation, there will always be somebody that is fucked up, or what we always call CB.



CB in any way.. political shit.. Those people that are sent from Satan just to make your work life fucked up.. but now i cant run away from it.




Damn. I am being so pessimistic.. but somehow i feel that 2009 is a shitty year.


Oh well. I miss Mr 8 Packs, but now i can have all the me-time i want. Need to be more independent eh. At least now i have time to catch up with friends..



Alex's wedding on 21st Feb! I cant wait! =)