I'm sorry my lovelies, but I moved back to blogspot cause ... live journal wasn't really for me?
Pai sei... but I promise to keep this one more updated yeah?
http://frogsandlilypads.blogspot.com

Thanks!!

Ohla everyone, am excited to share some juicy new findings.
Please check out: www.peachjohn.co.jp
It's in japanese, but I'm sure you can easily navigate around.

Here are some of my favourites... surely these saucy lingeries are bringing sexback.
I'm in loooooovveee...

You know when you buy something expensive, you will find yourself naturally asking whether you are given a warranty. When you're not given one, you doubt liability of the company and would probably think twice befor paying the hefty amount for the item. When you are given the warranty, you have the reassurance that if your item breaks down, you will be able get something newer and maybe even better in return.

If you consider this an investment, as would some people consider relationships... why are we not provided a lifetime warranty that should come with the potential partner? Most of us dive head first into love, not thinking twice about the unfavorable consequences that we might face, but rather just at how "pretty" everything seems to be. And so when the time comes to face the truth that not everything is as desirable as it had promised to be, what can we turn to?

Where's the warranty that says: "If your relationship were to break down, we can provide you with a new man who will be much better than the last."?

Perhaps that warranty comes in the form of friends. They seem to always be there when you most need them especially after a gruelling, tedious and absolutely painful break up. However, some people throw away the "warranty card", forgetting how maybe some day they might need it.

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Nick called me yesterday. That totally freaked me out. I didn't pick up the phone, because I was too scared to answer it, well honestly it was more because the phone died out of battery. But then my curiosity got the better of me. I called him back.

I assumed it would be important.

But... it wasn't even close.

He just called to see how I was. Asked me why I was never online anymore. Why when I came back to Singapore, I didn't call him out.

Is he that daft?

I deleted him off friendster. I blocked and deleted him on MSN. I didn't attempt to make contact with him for 4 months and counting.

I would think he would get the hint...

I'm not interested anymore. But more importantly, the message "I hate you." should come across easily.

As I had that short and very uncomfortable conversation with him, my hands were shivering and my knees were giving way.

I was so scared, but I have no idea of what exactly.

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Out.

Hi my lovelies,

I have moved blogs because I realised I was jeopardizing my own private life by sharing some things that should be left discrete. There are some people I wanna avoid permenantly, and this is the best solution I can come up with.

p.s. Sorry Syah, I'm using the same layout. Hopefully when I sign up for the full account, then I shall use my own graphics. *muahs* Hope you don't mind yeah.

Yay!