My first FHM Magazine.
Hmm, it seems like my mum was more interested in it than me.
With all her squeals and oohs and ahhs.
Hahaha.
But frankly, I dont see whats so interesting about it.
Just alot of girls, showing off their bods in bikini.
Pfft. Guys -.-
I'd rather read Cleo.
Haha.

Decided to clear my wardrobe today.
And my oh my.
Turns out I've got plenty to clear.
Actually, I think Im understating it when I said plenty.
Haha.
Every picture holds certain memories.
Who knew clothes did as well.
Each and every shirt, jeans, shorts inside, all have their different meanings.
Not that I bought it with anyone,
but its more of what I did with people when I wore the apparels.
Be it the recent ones or the ones from before.
And I have to say, its quite interesting reminiscing about the things from before.

Oh and you.
Dont think I dont know what you've been up to.
All the things you've said and done.
Still think that I wouldnt know?
Haha. Think again.
Now, I wouldnt want to confront you and do all those rubbish.
Cause Im sick of them.
You'll prolly deny them anyway.
Just know one thing though.
The last laugh is on you, not me.
Haha.