A few weeks ago, himself and I had lunch with Elyani at a new vintage-styled food court at Kelapa Gading mall - an area where she lives.
Because I talked about Elyani so much, himself was already acquainted with who she was, not to mention that she was helping me on a really big project which involve of me borrowing her awesome photography skill for the whole day, and himself was there as well to help out (as well as being a patient driver), so they got a chance to bond.
This post originates from Rima’s post about boobs, in welcoming International Blog About Boobs Week, I therefore participate because she has tagged me to do so.
Coming from a family of big-breasted women, I suppose I have nothing to complain, although it did feel odd having a pair of breasts that were growing up much more quickly than the rest of my body, that even during junior high I was already wearing underwire bras.
… are lucky to have a life such as this one.
Some days I wonder how is it like to be Micah, my beloved dog. His life consists of eating, sleeping, playing and more sleeping.
Some people think that just because they have money and they’re paying me to do a job, they think they can treat me like shit. And when I have enough and refuse to work, they think I’m being an asshole.
