Strange Curses

I always believe that behind every successful man, there is a tolerant, understanding, talented, sensible woman.

behind me, there is someone....not a ghost lah. but my wonderful missus.

last week, we went to st james powerstation together with my campmates....

she showed the sociable side of her...

pictures were taken by her....


fazli...all i can say is enjoy your freaking air steward job man...haha...and if you have the chance...join the "mile high club"


my crazy campmates...we had such great fun everytime we were out together.


i got my nipples pinched by so many of them...and the missus just keep snapping away and she didn't even know that i was attacked until awhile later. she just LOL at me. -_-

after a busy week, we finally had time for each other


she secretly snaps pictures of me using my camera's night mode. cool rite?? like some infrared camera. we were driving to one of my fav supper place.


we had teochew mueh for supper...not very filling but very satisfying...

and we went to mustafa for some late nite walks.... i wonder what the hell i am doing there since i hate the smell...but well, it's some good time spent with the missus.