ASHWIN PEI KUMAR?

Yes, heard of him? The sizzling sexy red house captain '10 who coincidently my best friend. My babi! I know, some people thinks it sounds rude. It is actually, but there's a story behind it. I'd tell you, but i sorta forgot how that name came around.. ANYWAY! Yes, he's a guy, but still yeah. What to do, so girly.. backside so perky and round ( i'm not joking, please take note ) Haha! So, the real reason why i owe him this post is because my blog is dead. So yeah, to those people who thinks Ashwin is hot & wants his number, please stay loyal to samanthakoay.blogspot.com & i'll grant you your wish. Deal? So, back to buisness, if you don't know Ashwin, you'd think, shitttt, who's this sexy "gangster" looking person?

 Phwoah, not bad right? (compared to Joshua) but still, the sexiest is? Me. Thank you i know.

If you're Kheng Boon & youre reading this, unfortunately he's not what you think he is. Under that Justin Bieber wannabe hair, that charm, that sportsman spirit that turns you & your sister on, HE.IS.

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a lion lookalike. AGREE NOW. RIGHT? :D yer, not sexy.

Wait, if i still can't convince you that i'm sexier.. 

HAHAHA, fish lips! you girls like?

But anyway, no matter how sexy/ugly/lion-like he is, i still love you babi! MWAH!

Happy? I took more than 15 minutes you know? heh.

signing off,

samanthakoay.

HELLO.

This blog should be declared dead or something. I'm sorry i let you readers down :( from 300+ a day, gradually reduced to 30 a day. heh. I don't have anything intersting like before and i don't want to be blogging about nothing either. I checked my nuffnang after, 3 weeks already? & under keywords, all i found was "rizal ramzan", "rizal ramzan's blog" LIKE HELLO? they come across my blog because they're searching for Rizal? Rizal, if you're reading this, happy la? haha.

Okay, emo.. i'll link Rizal anyway. Happy reading HIS blog. hmph ;(

signing off,

samanthakoay.

It took a thousand dream miles to meet you again-

Somewhere deep in my labyrinthine mind

That I can’t reach with a conscious map.

Remembering those

Strawberry kisses and blue jeans,

The bewitched air under the august sun,

Whiffs of your smile, your caressing eyes,

And the forgotten taste of a rainbow dream.

I don’t know if you know

Our paths still cross on the other side of life.

The chance encounters in the dead of night

When the sandman visits my bed,

Sprinkling diamond dust

Of evenings half an age ago.

And as I sink into oblivion,

I wound my way sometimes,
To that parallel universe

Of our strawberry kisses and blue jeans.

signing off,

samanthakoay.