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What he post What I see

How I introduce myself to others.

Cleanse, moisturise, and protect. These three simple steps can go a long way. It needs to start early, preferably in your teens.

I am in love! She is so gorgeous!

The audacity of this bish 😤

Besties are here. One came after her flight arrived in KK. One came all the way from Sandakan. One came from Sydney. Another one is on her way from Hamburg. Another one is currently in Dubai waiting for his next flight. I am still warded, I am not allowed to leave.

I went down to the cafe to meet Mia and she ignored me, the audacity of this girl who lived inside my belly for more than 9 months rent-free.

Yas, Bas… Yas… Can I have your number juseyo?

I thought it was not real but… 😂

My family 😂

It was fleeting, but it was golden, those bright, reckless days, the laughter, the chaos, the joy that spilt like sunlight. I danced through it all. And yes, I loved it. Every shimmering moment. But now, the curtain falls, softly, not sadly. Is this farewell? Or just a pause in

The way that 🇻🇳 Bom55515 and my @ are side by side. I object, Your Honour!

Watching one toxic solo drag another was peak comedy. I was sitting here like, ‘Oh wow, the pot really is calling the kettle crusty today.’

My son delivered this to me because I insisted on having cake brought to me. That “I love you ❤️ Mom” on top? It could be genuine affection… or pure sarcasm. In this family, it’s usually a little bit of both.

Me when my husband said that I am ‘special’. For him, I am indeed special. A ‘special case’ 😂

It’s that time of the year again, time to shine a spotlight on #Kaamatan, the harvest festival celebrated annually by Sabahans on May 30 and 31. But truth be told, for us here in Sabah, the celebrations often begin as early as May 1. Kaamatan is more than just a festival, it’s a

Me, desperately trying to come up with a valid excuse to escape this God-forsaken hospital by 29/5. I’ve officially maxed out my scare quota, roaming the halls at 3 a.m. like a Victorian ghost and serving blank stares to anyone brave (or unlucky) enough to make eye contact. And