Monday, August 4, 2008
2:09 PM
Say, am into reading The Naked Truth (Erin McCarthy, Donna Kauffman, Beverly Brandt, Alesia Holliday) and
Haruki Murakami lately. Yes they are no less adult fiction, and please do not overlook the humorous way of writing, and do overlook those short, non-imaginative sexual scenes.
After all that reading.
There are things to relationships that i can never forget,
or at least to hell with out of my mind. Afterall i am out to this circle with one glamorous, and one utmost romantic, and sexy only in bed :P bf
(he was too cute and boyish in looks wise). But no matter what, after all these while of rushing through chapters of steamy yet romantic happy ending adult fiction
(they are always oh-so-happy-.-), i cant help but sigh to the fact/ fate of my singularity. As much as i am a undergarment dampen
(from fellow cute sexy faithful guys of course) cute eccentric little boy yearning for someone nice and fitting to share my life with, i can only look for my contentment in other indulgance and appreciations.
French macarons, spahgetti, fashion my way, art, cute and random cartoon design.How i wish there is someone i can make my
Grand Gesture to, and yeah share the spur of my career, family life, and my life with.
Ironies of life.
Oh my english jus got better. Sexy! I can bed, and i can read!!!
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