There's nothing left to say, don't waste another day.

"If it's alright with you then it's alright with me. Baby let's take this time let's make new memories."

Happy Belated Easter to all my friends who celebrates it, I think it's still not too late for egg hunting. Any nice chocolates that you would care to share please do not hesitate to call me up.

Woke up this morning feeling cold like a snow queen. My heart felt all icy and numb, like a meat that's been put in the freezer waiting to be thawed out on the kitchen counter. 

Cut my heart into pieces and feed it to the sharks back in your grandfather's pond because I think it's too broken to be mend over already.

But I bet it's too bitter due to hatred infused, even the sharks don't want to take a nibble on it.

Okay, enough of emotional rant already.

Last night, I had a great time with friends. Had a quick dinner watching Manchester United vs Chelsea, and sadly Manchester lost the match to 2-1. Meaning I owe Izwan, a box of cigarettes due to the bet we made. After dinner, we had a little shisha communion and off to snooker. Frame after frame, they decided to play Lucky Ball, and the money won was enough to pay for supper.  

Reached home around midnight and was too tired to do laundry as planned in the afternoon. Tidied the cat's litter box and top-up her food bowl, then off to bed. Tried to sleep, but my head was buzzing to the fall I had a day before yesterday and someone was like chit-chatting outside the corridor next to my window. 

So I had like 10-15mins of "wtf" moment before I actually fell asleep.

Around 7.40 am, I just snap out of my sleep. Alarm was supposed to ring at 9 am everyday, as work starts at 10 am. Only takes me like 10 mins to get to work. So I cuddled in with my pillows and blanket until it's time to wake up again.

Normal morning routine would be, shower, get ready for work, make my bed, sweep the room and off to work.

But ever since I have a cat, I would make sure the food, the water is enough for her before I get off for work. After cleaning her litter box, I would sweep the house as Weebeet is like one big ball of fur grazing the house.

Don't be fooled by this awesome cuteness-girly picture of Weebeet, as she is one self-demanding-and-attention seeker with ego of her own apparently. She only likes to be held by males and only turn to me for food and toilet-hygiene, and yes her lower lips teeth looks like that, no Photoshop-ing done in this picture. Her previous owner calls her Weebeet The Twilight Cat, as she has teeth that looks like a vampire.

Anyway, back to the story. So I swept the house this morning and opened the main door to sweep the debris out of the house. Something stunned me this morning as I opened my door.

Someone left a surprise in front of the door.

Not a gift.

Not something nice.

No. Not a dead black bloody rooster too.

Someone bastard put a bra, and two panties in front of my house door. 

And no, it's not Mine. 

So I knocked the bathroom door, asking my housemate who was busy bathing, about the gifts that were left on our doorstep. Also went and asked the other housemate who were half asleep.

No one knows or noticed anything unusual when they came back from work yesterday night.

Since I don't know who did that, or whoever thought that was funny I wished your hands would itch so bad, and no matter how you scratch it bleed it would still be itchy for the rest of your life.

Oh, what a delightful Sunday morning I've woken up to today but thank God it's lazy Monday I'm waking up to tomorrow. 

Happy Sunday, loves.

Side notes : 

1) It's hard to do what you're asking me to, but I hope there's still hope left for anything that's worth to be put on hope for. Easy to conclude, I do believe in miracles.

2) I miss 5-0-9, Jalan 1/1A and everyone in it so badly. I wonder if they miss me too.

 

Updates (6.47pm) :
I cough blood at work this afternoon, is it a sign I should start worrying? 

B, I need you.

Smile and wave boys, smile and wave.

Every Monday is an off day for me.

That's the day where I have to get everything done, right from the laundry, the spring cleaning, the this and the that.

Original plan was to spend time at Nutty-Nad's house and play tennis but I was so busy with a new occupant in my room, or shall I say one of my new Love.

This new occupant is such a baby, wanting to sleep on my bed, rubbing foot with my legs, putting hands on my boobs in a massage way like, fondling with my hair, and bite my fingers (yes, this new occupant is a bit into kinky acts apparently).

I couldn't sleep too as this new love of mine keep on hassling me for attention.

Being the queen of attention seeker, I myself couldn't be bothered by my new love who kept me up all night wanting me to stroke, touch and rub my love's fat body.

This is the picture of my new love, and her name is Weebeet.

Weebeet is a combination of Whitey + Bitey.

Hence, its shorten to Weebeet.

This monster, kept me up all night and I woke up to a cranky morning.

She didn't eat, pee, or shit for the past 24 hours.

Probably stressed due to the unfamiliar environment.

So I decided to hit the pet store at the Curve and bought her stuff to make her happy.

Bought her a water dispenser (the ones where water automatically  comes out as you drink, like the ones they put in an office), food bowl, "wet" food, and calming lavender cat shampoo.

Almost bought the automatic food dispenser too, but due to budget restriction, a bowl is what she's getting for now.

They said I am pampering her too much as I could just use some container or recycled margarine tub to put her food and water. 

But to me animals have feelings too, I sure get pissed off if someone served me food in a margarine tub. I expect plates and silver spoons to complete my main course entree. (Okay, that's a bit exaggerating I am not that fussy. Eaten out of Styrofoams seems to be a usual thing for me these days, so crap the silver spoons) 

Speaking of fussy, I still hate mamak no matter what, except for breakfast.

Anyway, went and survey pet cushion for her too. Apparently it cost much more expensive than the cushion I wanted to buy for someone's car. So heck it, I already gave her food and place to stay, more than that she needs to win my heart and stop pestering me if she wants her own bed.

Planning to give her a bath tonight after I get back from work with the Ikea towels I bought for her. Isn't she just lucky to have me for now?

By the way, Weebeet has this really blue eyes that you feel like scooping it out from her eyes socket.

Side story of the week, I had an argument with one particular fellow 3 days back. I'm not putting the blame on anyone, so let us just say it's my fault (although I know it isn't, darn I'm just so ego at times too..and no I'm not speaking of Eddy here)


So yesterday, I called and said I'm sorry. I asked why he's not replying any of my smses.

He said "I waited for you to calm down first".

In my head, I was like "Oh my god, is he calling me crazy?".

As if I'm some crazy elephant that went berserk and need to be put down with 10 ml of tranquilizer shot.

What's up with the ignorant attitude? I said I'm sorry, forgive me although WE know it's not my fault.

If I could step aside from my ego and my pride or whatever sense that I had in my head, why couldn't you do the same?

You're just Selfish.

Enough said.

Side notes:

Thanks to you, I am just going to keep calm and carry on. May you find a new  purpose to not be confused over things next time.

And please, open up a little and make room for good things in your heart.

Experience taught us to be tougher, not keeping yourself away from things that make you happy.

To you I shall give this quote, "The worst time to feel alone is when you're in a crowd."

Seriously, I've been there and done that.

Thats all.

Updates:

Okay, he just said something to me few minutes back. Although I felt stubborn at first and declined to reply in the end I said something, thinking the happy days we had back then.

So I guess whatever I've written above, about you...I'll just drop it.

For now. 

Like I said to you the other day, its hard for me to hate someone although that person put me in a dumpster-like kind of feeling.

Goodness gracious.

It's been 17 days since I last update this "cram-my" blog of mine.

I know certain individuals followed my blog in order to know whether I am still alive and well or whether I am down in the drain feeling crappy as usual with my never-ending bubble of dramas.

Well folks, I am doing great except for feeling sick and flushed out due to visit by Aunt Red Dot two days back. Other than that, life is good I guess.

So updates on what's been happening for the past 17 days.

I battled myself again with the weight issues. My significant other wants me to drop a few pounds of the rice, parfait, egg-tarts, Ikea meatballs, pasta, and other delightful happy-food I've been consuming for the past 23 years (well, almost) of my life.

I seriously don't know how heavy or weighty I am now. The last time I went down the scale, I was 54 kg. Yes FIFTY-FOUR, for those who prefers me to spell it out instead of reading alpha-numeric letters.

Probably I weight more than 54kg now and probably I lost some weight too, cause my friends told me I look a little bit less-chubby than before. Or probably too, they're just sabotaging my diet plan so that they look much more better than me. *grunts*

Being a little cushy is not really an issue to me, as I believe if someone ought to love me is for who I am not for the image they created or wanting me to be. But when you started to look bigger than your significant other it only goes down to 3 points :

a) You haven't been feeding him and all your money only goes down to your tummy.

b) He sure has been feeding you.

c) You're either too happy or depressed and happy-food therapy program seems to be the cure for the itch in your heart.

Strike out point A.

That left us to B and C. 

When I felt a little bloated, I'll stop eating like half a day or two and ended up feeling sick.

He would then text me to eat something, then I would end up forgetting that diet oath I've been making over and over again.

Weighty love.

Okay, that's tale of the week. Shall not elaborate more as it is not getting no where. Only liposuction or miracle could help me to regain my "crowning" weight few years back which is 45kg. I have no time for jogging, running thread mill, gym crap.

Wanted to blog more, but something got in the way and I shall stop here for now. Probably everyone just need to wait another 2 weeks for another update.

Happy Sunday loves.

Sidenotes:

Had a few plans installed for this month, I think it just went down to drain.

Again with the lazy-ness of editing my blog skin, I hope my faithful readers shall continue dwelling on this particular dots for now till eternity.

I hope not.

Being in a relationship is like being a recovering alchoholic...

"You must accept that you are powerless."

What a painful Wednesday to begin with today. Woke up with a sharp pain on my left shoulder-blade and a weary left leg that feels as if it's going to break any minute from now. Fell down from the bed last night, knocked my leg on the side of the bed and bang the side table too.

Yes, I am "that" clumsy.

It didn't hurt that much yesterday, as I even did my manual "laundry-ing" after my loved one left the house. It's been a while since I drenched these little 10 tiny fingers in a bucket of cold water, a brush with delightful flowery-scent detergent under a running faucet. Clothes plus undergarments, there's around 20 pieces of clothing that I washed yesterday night. After doing my laundry, I just get too tired and cold to take a shower, just head down to bed and phone-text with my Love. Head did buzzed a bit due to the fall I think.

Though I woke up a little tad later than usual this morning, I did managed to do a little cleaning in my "tiny-almost cubicle like bedroom" which some people might consider it as a storage room instead when they enter my rectangle looking dodgy house. Cleaned the fan, as it starts to get a little dusty, swept the floor and puff the room with puffy scents of lavender in a spray can. Off to work, and as I walked to clock-in my attendance card, the pain in my left leg just starting to hurt more and when I took a look at it, there's this black and blue (not there is any other color for bruises...) bruised on the side of my leg.

Ouch.

Killing pain in the shoulder blade and a bruised with tingling swollen feeling on your left leg. What else could make this bruised Wednesday perfect?

Anyway, things are looking better for me and him lately. It's been a month of trying to be on the same par of mutual understanding and I think we're working it off great. Although there is a bit of sulking from my side, but I came down to my senses that he just wants the best for me and probably I do need to be matured in handling a relationship for the sake of my happiness as well.

He is a sweet person after all. 

Just that he gets a little cranky at times when I start to get a little bit unreasonable with my feelings and starts behaving and acting based on my heart desires.

I know deep down he do care and loves me too, just that maybe it takes a little while longer than usual with him, for the reassurance status to show yet now from his side.

It's funny, where sometimes in the midst of serious-ness with him there is Love.

It's funny too how am I liking all this, when usually I already run away and find something new to sulk on. Well maybe I am starting to grow up a little. And baby, I'll give you definite maybe.

Side notes:

Why am I so good at playing bitches? I think it's because I'm not a bitch.

My emotions are drained...

Like a ketchup in a packet.

It's a habit, whenever we go to a fast food outlet we tend to take extra packet of ketchup or pour extra from the bottle when all we need was a dash of sauce to dip the fries.

Sometimes its funny how people think that we could keep on giving and pouring our heart out like the ketchup in the packet, when a relationship fails to someone new they crossed path on a sunny afternoon at a shop. 

Pouring and drenching emotions thinking that it is something that you could make out of thin air without using any energy. But what if that day the ketchup ran out of stock and there's nothing to dip your fries with?

Would you tilt the bottle hoping few drips of sauce to come out from the bottle? Or would you shake it, and pump the rear with your fist?

I know I am not making any sense relating emotions with the ketchup bottle, but I hope you do understand when you read this.

It's funny too when you think the stake of a beginning or the end of a relationship was put on a line we call time.

Time do heal all wounds, without a doubt it will mend over an egg-shell cracked heart. But sometimes while waiting that long, it is not that worth it anymore. Not saying I've been there and done that, but I used to be that hopeful person waiting for miracles to happen and at the end of the day all it does was making me feel like crap.

Just like the ketchup bottle, my feelings it is irreversible. 

So stop making me pouring it out if you're just going to use it a little and leave me for the bin.

I'm tired of being the leftover.

Sidenotes:

I am not mad at you, but only the wall of my blog listens to my rants without ending up in an argument with me. I am just starting to respect and care about you as I think being with an older person could bring me back to the right track of life.

My past, it sucks.

Literally.

Whimsical Love.

It's funny to thing time and over again, how I'm attached to certain things in my life. Mostly they were things or "creatures" a.k.a humans or beings that makes me feel like crap but then again, they did gave me a sense of completion. I don't remember how many times we've talked about this on my blog. Mmmmm..Hmm.

Lately, life is good. 

So good where everyday feels like a day in the sun picking up daffodils.

I am happy and contented for now with what's been going on lately.

*Love is shining brightly in Shah Alam.

*Gained new friends each day via blog, the never ending Facebook and through work place.

*Enemies turned into friends. (Funny how I quoted enemy in plural form, I hope the number of enemies I have are not more than my 10 small fingers.)

Yesterday was my off day from work. For the first time ever, I stayed home whole day watching my loved one playing his Medieval War game. He bought lunch consists of something I don't eat, but I ate a little out of love. But we had a nice simple dinner consists of best street burger I ever tasted in Shah Alam around midnight with my favourite bottle of Grapefruit Gatorade and him with his orange juice. It's either iced Milo, or orange juice for him everytime we go out for breakfast, lunch or dinner. I did asked why orange juice? He said, "Because I smoke, so I need the Vitamin C". Funny. If you know smoking is that hazardous dear, then stop smoking.

Why am I blogging this and trying to bore you readers with my soapy, sappy, lovey-dovey Monday?

Because this is the first time ever I felt happy, staying home doing house chores, watching my significant other playing his addictive war game and only went out to buy dinner. Usually, doesn't matter if I'm on holiday or not, ideal way to spend my time is walking aimlessly for movie or lunch or dinner and splurge money on RM15 parking fee. 

Didn't know a day of resting in the house with your loved one could be something happy as well. Shall do it more often next time onwards.

So yesterday, I cleaned the kitchen, washed the toilet, cleaned the room. Starting to get annoyed with housemates that doesn't seem to care about hygiene or cleanliness of the house. I mean how could they cooked, and eat in a messed up kitchen. I got mad and wrote a note, although it sounds childish but I just wanted them to get the message that I am mad. They did behaved for half of the day before they started to annoy me at night when I tried to sleep.

Banging the house door in and out at 3am in the morning? When I was half asleep finding my way through dreamland. I got mad and woke up groggily, and asked my loved one to call my  mobile phone. I didn't know why I did that, but listening to his voice did calm me down and put me back to sleep 10 minutes later.

Woke up today feeling sleepy. Currently at work, while I am blogging this. About to go buy lunch in a while, probably something light, although I am hungry. Dumb as it may sounds, I don't like eating alone. It is just pathetic. 

Missing everyone back in KL loads, each and everyone of you.

Love you guys a lot and of course, always.

Sidenotes:

Yesterday my loved one wanted to put my number under his Friend Finder list, to check on me, to know know where I am or whether I am lying if I said I am at home. So he asked, "Whats your number?"

I was like, "Sheesh, you don't remember my number?"

Told him I do remember his, and he asked "Ok, what's my number then?"

"Err, 016- ****346"

"No, that's wrong, it's 436", he said.

I was like, "Whatever, at least I did get the first 3 numbers right."

Before he left the house he said, "Dear, I do remember your first 3 numbers too".

With that innocent look on his face, "It's 016".

Thank god, love conquers the madness I had at that moment, and decided just to smile at him.

This is what I call a Whimsical Love.

The baffles begins.

Sometimes people leave comments on this site, and they make me laugh, because:

a) What are you doing here if you don't like me

b) Based on what I've already written here, is it not clear that I'm going to make fun of you if you say something bad about me and you say it in a way that makes you sound stupid?  

Because dude, if you come here, read some stuff, and then leave a comment with bad grammar and weird words, I'm sorry.  Game on.

Anyway, let us skip all that and move on to today's post.

All of us wonder about our significant other's past in the back of our minds. OK, maybe in the front of our minds. The things men wonder about are probably similar to what women wonder about. And the strange thing is, if I could have access to this information about my significant other's past, I'm not even sure what I'd want to hear. 

Here are the questions I ponder, and the answers (I think) I'd like to hear:

What is your "number"?

That number would make me think.

How many serious relationships have you had?

When do you start counting serious relationships? My longest relationship is sitll my high school sweetheart-- one year. I was a completely different person then. Are there a certain amount of "mistakes" or "experiences" someone needs to make in love before they are ready to get serious?

Do you want to be that person your significant other "learns the ropes" with? There are many times where a more experienced dater might become exasperated with an inexperienced dater. I'm still learning the dynamics of space in a relationship, for example. On the other hand, you don't want someone to have a whole bunch of exes in their wake. That just adds to the inventory of the annoying ex they are still friends with or that one that all their friends wishes they were still with. You never want too many of those.

And are you comfortable being the second person someone say they "love,". The fourth? Do you believe that a person can fall in love more than once?

How long was your longest relationship?

If someone has a series of 2 and 5 month relationships, they probably haven't learned enough. It's tough, too, when you get into a relationship with someone who has a big fat 5-10 year relationship under their belt. It takes a while to get over those, and sometimes you have to compete with them. Even if they are clearly over a past long relationship, it's still intimidating when they've been a part of something that intense.

After debating the "correct" answers, I realize that the answer might lie in relativity to the daters. I would feel most comfortable with someone who had a similar number of relationships as I have in their past, a number of sexual partners slightly higher or lower than mine, and whose longest relationship is slightly longer or shorter than mine. But perhaps there are people out there who actually feel more comfortable when someone has much higher or lower numbers than them.

According to my preferences, we should look for people with common romantic pasts. Perhaps this works out naturally, and the discussion never comes up about our pasts. And, if people are really in love, maybe people with contrasting romantic pasts can overcome those differences.

Are these details actually things you don't want to know? Do you ever lie about the numbers for these questions? And what do you prefer for these questions about your significant other, and why? Is this information even something we should be entitled to know?

Short notes:

The past is the past, what matters is now. 

The future? 

I'll let 5-7 years time takes it's course, baby.

Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy.

I woke up this morning thinking today would be just another 14th February.

My previous ex boyfriend doesn't celebrate Valentines Day as he thinks it contradicts the teaching of our religion. I, myself don't celebrate Valentines Day usually but I do look forward to chocolates and flowers as it gives the thought that you're being loved for that one special day.

Few days ago, when I asked him "What are we doing this Sunday?" He said he don't know. I asked him twiced hinting that I do want to celebrate this miserable Sunday of the year, all I got was "Hehe." So finally yesterday he told me "I'll take you out for lunch tomorrow ok?"

Lunch. Not that I was expecting it to be the most romantic lunch I ever had but since it was Valentines Day, I thought it would be somewhere special. But that's not how we started of the celebration today. I woke up around 12pm and ended up arguing over the phone about something that he quoted me off the night before.

Sheesh. My heart broke like crumbs of an egg tart. All the thoughts I had for this perfect Sunday starting to taste like bad lemon and dust mixed with laxative. Heart felt sour and a little of minty feeling scratched with sand paper. Word just popped out of thin air waiting for me to attacked him with series with smses.

But apparently I did not do that. I just couldn't get mad although inside my heart it was raining with lightning of anger and drench with a storm of tears. I just told him, "Just come over, then we'll go out." He came around 2 pm, and waited for me to get done an hour later. After I was done, then he just spilled his heart out talking shits about what he wanted for the future. Future as in 5-7 years time of range that he's referring to. None of the things he planned in that 5-7 years time involved me in it. I was devastated, thinking why he think I am thinking too much of this relationship. Of course as a female creature with feelings and devoted emotions, I do want good things out of this relationship that we're having now.

I cried. He then straightens things out with me and we decided to take things slow, and driving the "Que Sera Sera" moto into this relationship. Whatever will be, will be. As the future aren't ours to see.

Drama continues up until 7 pm. With intervals of him looking at the Starcraft trailer which he had to reload it twice as I accidently pulled the cable from the laptop. (He is an addict gamer, where games + laptop comes 2nd after his car. I wonder which rank I am in his life though, or am I even numbered on the list)

Ended up having lunch at 7 pm. 12 hours of starvation from the last time we had our dinner. While waiting for our food, I noticed we were sitting at the table number 14. Table number 14 on 14th of February. Well, merely a coincidence I supposed.

Then we're off to KL as we decided to watch movie at Pavilion. Holy cow, it was a huge crowd over at the cinema. Most of them were watching Chinese New Year flicks, while the couples hit the movie called Valentines Day. We decided to watch The Wolfman. Bought the 1.30 am show, and had 4 hours of free time before the movie started. To kill time, we walked through the streets of KL, consists of Bukit Bintang pavement and everything thats along the way.

Noticed many couples went on colour coordinated dress theme. Some wore "couple-tee". Me and him? We just dress up as how we do normal in everyday lives. It is just a day to celebrate over a movie and dinner with someone, I just don't get it why some couple have to go to the extreme to show to the world that they're together. No offence to readers who actually did whatever I just mentioned. Movie ended around 3.30 am. Overall, the movie was allright, and I did jumped from my seat a couple of times as it did got a little violent in certain part of the movie. We then went to A&W in PJ as he haven't been there for years for dinner cum supper.

No flowers. No exquisite dining. No gifts.

But I felt happy to be the centre of attaction in his mind, knowing that few hours of holding hands meaning I was loved by someone. It felt good during that particular moment.

Thanks Eddy for making today as a day to remember by.

Used to be confused over the situation, I hope I am not now.

Sidenotes:

I know he loves me too. Probably not now, but in the near future.

Perhaps?

Fabulous February with a little trip on E.

Apparently this blog is updated once a week now.

Previously, I've been giving reason that I haven't paid my internet bill, lack of time, been petty over trivial matters and etc.

But today I've came up with a new reason on why I've been busy.

I found a new love in life. 

The "love" I'm speaking of here, is something I like to keep to myself and something for you guys out there to figure it out. It could be a person, a thing, a being, or a new hobby I've been indulging myself into. But basically this "love" been putting a smile on my face throughout the day of this week. Although it's been a month since I've comprehend things over with this "love" of mine but only for the past 1 week I'm taking this "love" of mine seriously.

Damn, I love putting everyone in a state of confusion.

Even I myself got confused over time whats been going on lately.

But overall, I'm happy.

I hope everyone is happy as well. Speaking of happiness, V-day and Chinese New Year is just around the corner. Shall kill chocolate fats by eating boxes of Mandarin oranges. Would like to wish everyone a very Happy Chinese New Year and to my loved ones Happy Valentines Day. It's about time before some extremist posting some cut and paste article on why we shouldn't celebrate V-day. But then I don't bother much as I am only looking forward to 14th February because I'll be off from work that day and I get to spend time with that new "love" of mine. 

Wishing everyone a great weekend ahead. To the ones celebrating V-day, it's not the gifts that matters, so don't overspend, love is not something to be bought with gifts. To the ones who celebrates Chinese New Year, don't drink too much and those ang-pows are not worth to be spending on the lottery machine either. Instead of striking it big and gain double happiness, you might strike double dose of bad luck. Haha.

Alright. As usual, I love each and everyone of you. 

Loads =)

Side notes:

Apparently some people still doesn't get it over the new change of relationship status on my Facebook.

This time baby I'll be bulletproof.

I know.

It's been a while since I blog.

Instead of giving reasons why I haven't been updating this page of mine, let us just sum it up that I've been procrastinating in paying my internet bills. Having a day off each week doesn't give me that much time either to settle errands and personal needs. I rather spend time with my loved ones on my day off, and accompany them settle their errands. Tee-hee.

It's been a month since I work, and today I received my salary slip. Not much as I don't work full month last January. Overall, satisfied and grateful for what I'm getting. But being an avid shopper, the numbers on my pay slip did put on a glitch on my face. I guess I just need to be a little more savvy-shopper instead of an avid one.

Zash said I am "little miss melancholic", as I do had a fair amount of bad experience for the past couple of months feeling hopeful over something that wasn't hoping for me back in return. What I know that, recently I've been attracting bad vibes to people around me. Mishaps, misfortune events happens when I'm out with someone. Apparently a particular someone whom seems dear to me.

A short post today, as I am stealing time over work to blog this. Shall and will TRY to update this baby of mine more. 

Hoped everyone will have a great weekend ahead, although it is just Thursday today.

Loving everyone loads.

Short notes:

All you do is fill me up with doubt.