Got these from those brilliant Singapore bloggers. If you’re in my links list, please feel free to fill in the blanks:
My ex is somebody I still talk to every single friggin’ day.
Maybe I should stop blogging, but then what kind of life would that be? There’s nothing else that so interests me now. After close to two years, this is getting to be a long-term relationship. A friend said am such a compulsive writer… yeah!
I love my kids; God for being kind to me; going on road trips; discovering nice new places to eat and chill-out in; making love; making new friends; my vibrator; shoes, bags, clothes, make-up and shopping in general; sunsets; beaches; magazines; gadgets; blogging; Asia … not necessarily in that order.
I donâ€™t understand why the Philippines is in the dumps when it is oh-so-beautiful. Whyyyy?
I lose track of time when am in front of the computer. But then, so do you.
Love is one of the most abused words in the English language. “I love Bora” is not the same as “I love this dress” is not the same as “I love you” but we keep on using it anyway.
Somewhere, someone would like to be where I am now while I’d like to be somewhere else. Life is ironic.
Forever is a concept I’d like to believe in. We gotta keep on hoping that our state of contentment now will never end. It keeps me grounded on the generosity of this thing called life.
I never want to be as rich as Bill Gates. I only desire a cozy house, a car to move me around and indulge in my passion for food, fashion and travel. That’s not asking for too much isn’t it?
When I wake up in the morning, sunshine fills my room and it takes me at least 15 minutes to stretch and really get up.
My past is something that doesn’t bother me anymore. I’ve always been equipped with survivor instincts and I always knew there would be another day.
I get annoyed when people state conflicting opinions about the subject of one’s weight. Whether I gained or lost weight is of no consequence for as long as I don’t look like a sumo wrestler and/or a dehydrated anorexic. There are more important things in life than uttering that crap. Certainly, talking about the weather is better.
Parties are for people who have nothing better to do. I’d only attend one these days if you compel me.
Kisses are the best when I kiss my angels with their expectant eyes and super-soft skin. It’s the one thing I love to do everyday which doesn’t bore me like most routines.
I really want to eat nothing right now. I am overstuffed. I’ve gorged myself with everything I’d like to eat in the past few days and there’s nothing more I crave for. Please see related posts.
I have low tolerance for people who are usually the following: humbugs; slow walkers; taxi drivers who try to rip you off and pretend they don’t know anything about directions; service personnel who gossip/talk to each other while you’re waiting in line etc.
Tomorrow, I am going to Hong Kong. For the first time. In my whole lifetime. You bet! This is such an effin’ big deal to me…. P.S. Since I figure that everybody’s been to HK but me, it’s not too late to give me your Hong Kong travel tips. Am not sure if I’ll be able to squeeze it all in but it would be appreciated.