Mayday concert

Hey guys, did any of you attend the Mayday concert last weekend? I certainly did, and it was absolutely electrifying, especially the part on the boat.

But, that's not the main focus of this post. I want to share a rather embarrassing moment from that day.

I had chosen to wear a straw mini pencil skirt along with a one-shoulder top, thinking that we'd have seats in the PA or PB section. To my surprise, we ended up in the regular rows.

To make matters worse, my skirt turned out to be quite short, and our seats were way up high, maybe just two rows from the very top. Trust me, it was not my intention but I couldn't help but be paranoid that the people sitting below me probably had a clear view of my bottom. 

G-string VS V-string

Today was an adventure as I travelled to NYP to finalise a deal. My buyer insisted on receiving the item fresh, so I wore it until the last moment. Initially, the plan was to drop it off at P block, but he was still in a lesson and couldn't excuse himself. So, considerately, I trekked to his block at D.

I was cautious about potential recording since there were last-minute changes. I strategically left the item where there were no cameras or people. He struggled to find it too, adding an unexpected twist. Surprisingly, he later accused me of cheating him, claiming he wanted a "G-string" instead of a "V-string." After some debate, we realised he actually wanted a crotchless type. 

1st day of 2024

Happy New Year to all of you! Just got back home after spending the night with my poly friends. It wasn't exactly a wild party, more of a laid-back gathering. I joined in after the countdown, and to my surprise, a good number of them were already quite intoxicated when I arrived.

I ended up hanging out with a few friends while enjoying the barbecue. The night extended into the early morning, as I found myself engaged in a lengthy conversation with my best friend from Poly. She went through a tough breakup just two months ago, betrayed by her ex.

The morning crept up unexpectedly, and I was abruptly pulled out of my dazed state at 11 am for another round of mahjong. I must admit, I was still in a bit of a daze when they dragged me out of the room. Awkwardly enough, I found myself still clad in my tank top, bandeau, and FBT shorts.

As the mahjong game unfolded, I couldn't help but notice some of the guys stealing glances in my direction. The attention was a bit uncomfortable, considering my less-than-perfect morning appearance.

I decided to call it quits after just one game, encompassing the cardinal points of North, South, East, and West. My hunger took precedence, and the pressing need to get home prompted my early exit from the mahjong session.