I’m 38.9ºC – Hot!
Head turning Hot I meant. Tsk.
Well, the world is into a feverish craze with the current global episode of Mr.H1N1. And thanks to Mr.H1N1 deadly act of seduction, he has successfully aroused me to set aside all my extra-marital scandals. Lunch in NY Queens Street51 with MrSarcastic, Bikini Tanned lines in Hamilton and the sexy DimSumDolly Affair, I have no choice but to kiss my last Goodbye here.
But who knows, perhaps Mr.H1N1 decided that he needed to be tamed, and there I can start licking my manly-Freedom all once more. Keep your fingers cross, Darlings.
Anyway, Mr.H1N1 fixed me a new BFF at work to make up for all the rough breaking up ordeals he put me into. This latest chum, Miss.ODT (i.e Oral Digital Thermometer), is so hot that I have to monitor her exuding heat, twice, every day. And that so makes my profession akin to a kinky nurse these days. How sweet of Mr.H1N1. really.
Oh, give me a break Mr.H1N1!
p.s, I didn’t mean another out-break tho.
So, life goes on even if I have to cohabit with Mr.H1N1 later. But, it doesn’t mean I will be deterred from my usual scenes.
My date with LoganWolverine yesterday was an awesome one. I was surprised with myself to have the courage to meet such an animal, ALONE. The eye seduction he did to me on screen was so mind blowing that my heart totally skipped 3beats. Swear.
And I wonder why those school girls behind just have to hold their silly discussions throughout my reciprocal attempt to seduce LoganWolverine. If not for my pact with LoganWolverine that my eyes mustn’t leave him in that 108mins, I would have turned back and shut those school girls up. Save your immature conversations and comments for your Facebook Wall spamming lah.
Did I also mention about this eye candy who was seated behind me in the hall of Wolvers, ALONE too? Haa, because yours truly here decided not to sit at her allocated seat, this cute hunk came walking my direction to realize that his seat was already warmed by Miss Chio. Without speaking a word, I caught him smiling in the dark before he took another step to plant his perky butt, right behind me. In his mind, its either I have been ditched, or I’m equally independent like him. They are the only 2 possible reasons that could explain my lone presence in that big hall.
The thrill of an eye candy behind your back couldn’t possibly match up to the minute when the credits were rolling, and he halted at the aisle and turned his eyes on me. For a moment, I thought it was seat-stealing-revenge time seriously. And it takes no genius to figure this out; he was waiting for yours truly in exchange for a better understanding of ME. But before he could utter his first word (or prolly asking for my number), my legs acted not in accordance with the brain. I actually walked away! Yes I did!! All I could do was my head turned and returned a beautiful Smile with the legs persistently walking towards the washroom. Argh!!! What the hell is wrong with my neurotic system?! Damn.
Passionate old flames rekindled with macho MochaFrap as well while we sat there people watching. This big fellow always has the incredible ability to cool me down and perk me from my fatigue with his ever smooth and luscious content. If not for his possessive nature and its tarnishing damage to my white teeth, I would not have filed for a periodic separation with him.
Yes, what. a. waste.
Maybe, I’m destined to die single.
Its God’s way to ridicule his creation of an intellectual beauty.
That’s life.
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Ah, Before the pictures become way too long overdue, here’s the return of the lost scene previously.
In a nutshell, the party was nothing but Sheer Fun. We jumped and we jumped hysterically. They drank, and they drank entertainingly. The night was filled with pleasure derived from our crazy bonding and the attempt to choke my camera with their intoxicated faces.
So, Even if I were to die single and now, at least I proudly have with me a good o’ 70 members of the Mighty Ongs to shed a tear or two for me. (and I have yet to include my maternal ones too). Now, Be really jealous, I don’t give a shit.
The Lost Scene that Returns
Breezy Aly & her Mighty Ong's Ladies Man
Lemme Bring you Sexy back
Wooohooo, lets get the Party Started!
No, they did not run out of Beer Mugs. I was trying to be entertaining,
I'm still abstaining from the Holy water.
Sistas & Bro! =D
Bitchy is my nature, so they say. Tsk. Whatever.
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump was our tagline all night long.
Black is the new black, Back ;)
Idiot. All Man are dying to be in ya position k.
Don't we all loook soooo Happy?! Lovely.
Creeping into pictures is my Forte. *wink
Our new Found dance moves: IndianBoxing
The above was one hell of a party I literally sweat my ass off man.
And I'm falling in love again with that sensual moves. (not drinks)
Now, when's the next one?
Kiss my Royal butt
4 in the Morning
Sleeping at such crazy time is certainly unwise when you know you have to get ready for work in another 2 hours time.
The whole of Monday, I sat at my desk, world’s spinning, head splitting, and eyes, shutting. In short, literally, stoning. And now, this feeling is returning, haunting me to step into my dreamland. Argh, snoozing monster, get away from me.
Oh yes!
Breezy Aly’s phase III has kicked off for weeks, with each operating day extending relentlessly. Changes and its cliché issue of the only constant unchanged, no whine woman. Embrace.
Well, last couple of weeks was certainly an utter revelation to the system that I went through for a good old 12years. And ironic enough, I’m back into this system again, with a switch of status. Yours truly is equated to The mind & soul shaper now. How interesting.
Undeniably, several skeptical souls questioned my choice of move. Then came their words of reluctance to birth-rate-contribution upon hearing me joining the force. Seriously, I don’t give a damn if you are procreating or not. And I’m a staunch believer of shit happens, always. So enlighten me on all your foolproof protection before you bullshit on my profession, idiots.
Then again, my decision did waver, particularly on my very 1st day of delivery. Blame the Medusa Stage Play, fawns who love to polish their boss balls apples actually rolled their eyeballs at me. Welcome to the true blue workforce Breezy Aly. Play the game right and you climb your way up. No, you’re a woman of character remember. No trading of Principles over a Principal.
So, Miss Chio’s one month of highlights:
- Remarkably sleep before 12am & never late for my MariKita at 740am daily
- Met my ever great teacher Missy Clare for an awesome sharing / counseling
- Have one amazing motherly Mentor to guide me along
- Mistaken as a Caucasian by my boys with their attempt for my mobile no.
- Identified as a Mixed by my fellow colleagues
- 1st Lecture was deemed as Too Fierce
- Love going around Lecture Hall poking zzZ students with my pen
- Was told that my dress was a tad short when its 2cm nearing my knees
Besides my entire bumble-bee buzz, the Tutti-Fruitti-Desaruu Family Trip was of a nice chill and getaway from the city’s rush. And in another few more weeks, I’ll be up for Dim-Sum Dolly affair, again! Wooooooh.
the beachy Desaru Pulai Resort
Lovely sisters with the lovely Sun rise
the folks under the old tree. Nostalgic enough
Water Apples at the Fruit Farm!
they should really engage me as their farm Endorser!!
I bitez. Yes i do.
I'm within a heart, literally.
Thomas and his Girl-friend! lol
The crazy House of Ong
Wheeee, i so love my legs.
and us with our crazy acts, everyday.
I sooo love this, seemingly soo heavenly / paradisey!
Ah, 55 scripts on my desk, fresh; awaiting my merciless red stains.
Mean&Evil is still my last name.
Kiss my Royal butt
A good 3months of my disappearance from this space does make the hearts grow fonder, don’t you?
Many a times, I tried penning some words, and each time, I found myself backspacing till it returns to the same old blank page. Perhaps that’s how it is depicting my life so far, frozen at its same old zone.
Not that procrastination has eaten my self up. It’s just that life at its reverse gear is definitely a slippery downhill, once it slides; it’s onerous to be up its prime again.
Or maybe, I need to hit the new low to get myself bounce all the way up again. I can be that masochist.
Turning the clock back, I would gladly sum my past 100days, a disastrous drama.
Well, it might occur to most that I have been leading high glorious flamboyant days judging from my gazillion party’s pictures on the tool of all evils, facebook. Yes, with big bang parties and holy water, brings ultimate fun and no doubts, the cool floating sensation. But hell, trust me; reality slaps you straight on the face once sobriety hits you. The amount of ridicule I performed could easily earn me an Oscar nominee. Serious.
Besides all the preposterous acts that come from the undue influence of intoxication, I put on a compelling stage play in work previously. No, it’s not the archetypal theatrical Shakespeare’s in love, (I don’t eat & shit at the same place remember), it’s literally me battling Medusa. In fact, it’s Medusa and her sister, Stheno, which makes 2 venomous monsters. And it became a joke of how I actually have to stoop down to a 3 year old behavior to fight my rights through. In a nutshell, triumph belongs to the good when the curtains drew.
Then it comes to the episodes of f.r.i.e.n.d.s. Similarly, nothing right could be found on top of all wrongs. Just like when one element of your days crumples, God damn it, all shit silently befall on you altogether. Heated disputes between chums got fierier when habitual compliance no longer applies. Unsympathetic crudity fired off cold wars, following by the broken ring of fellowship. And it doesn’t help when both ends were born really strong headed.
So you see why the disinclination to pen down my melancholies of those grey days.
Then again, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
The rainbow appears at the end of my tunnel along with my resolution to abstain from the holy water. No jokes dudes, I’m clear from ‘it’ since the beginning of March. Even I’m impressed by my own strength of mind. Such lucid outlook certainly aids in self deliberation, though generally washed with tears and guilt. Now that Breezy Aly’s Phase III is resuming, let passé be it woman. At least air cleared and you are idyllic now.
Of course, the route back to happyness will not be possible without those who gave me a good push when I thought my world is collapsing. Thanks MissyD, MissyC, my sex-in-the-city girls, Mr Hippo, Mr Viky … for sharing and being my aunt agony.
Summing it all, Aly’s philosophy of life:
1. Shit happens, as always.
2. Karma befalls, and they come fast.
3. Life’s a bitch, let’s embrace it
Then they say, the world’s a stage, and we are all players in it, that I totally agree now boy. Look at my soap opera days, how much of a mockery life is really.
p.s, the previous post was not songs lyrics dude, I wrote them.
Kiss my Royal butt
这女人：
在人前，总疯疯颠颠的
她很用心地对每一天狂笑，开怀地对每一人耍嘴。
曾经何时，她的喜怒哀乐已融为一体。
她说 - 开心，就大笑.。 优愁，就让眼泪流下
这女人，很豪迈
这女人：
原来也有不为人知的一面。
那每回熟悉的欢笑背后，隐藏了徐徐的疤痕
她努力地掩饰，努力地把说不出的痛，一一往心里吞
她很认真地说服自己 – 一切很快就会过去
这女人， 很感伤
这女人：
不知怎么的，迷失了前方的方向
她站在人群中，喧哗的城市把她内心的结，缠绕的好紧好紧。
她听不到自己的心跳
她看不见前方的光
隐约听见的，是那歇斯底里的呐喊。。。
这女人， 很迷茫
这女人：
突然爆发了。
她日夜麻醉自己，想将情感也一一冻结
她想逃脱，想跳跃地球，想天马行空
她渴望回返归真的纯洁，但还有资格吗？
这女人，很复杂
原来黎明破晓前，真的好灰暗
原来彩虹来临前，真的有风雨
原来这女人，真的好累了
原来这女人，我也认识她
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家
想象。。。
车道上的喇叭，行人道上的脚步 - 相映成趣地构成一幅回家的壁画
白黄的灯光，回锅的菜香 – 弥漫着一股温馨温暖的家感觉
很多时候，很里所当然地，家是个休息站
每当累了，爽约了，生病了，失恋了 – 我们一一跑回家
虽然经常在不开口解释的情况下被嚎啕大哭的眼泪淹没，
虽然时常在漫天唠叨与埋怨的屋顶下委屈求全，
这永远的避风港，也真的从来不会拒绝你我他。
它，就是这么安静地安抚你，安慰你。
这立体的家述，我喜欢
但家，其实也有它具体的述法
公公+婆婆 = 12儿女 + 12儿媳女婿 + 30孙 + 9孙媳婿 = 家
这家：
在我有记忆以来，
给了我无穷的童年回忆
摔跤，独脚，抓谜藏
鳄鱼，跳绳，偶像卡
这些甜美的回忆，深深烙印在心头
当我在摸索成长过程时，
让我结识了潮流的趋向
品牌，烈酒，电玩场
这些新鲜的玩意，开发了我活跃的日子
当我开始懂事后，
我见证了人生的起起落落
我认识了人生中的存在定义
我更体会了，
团结，关怀，体谅，原谅，这些与爱画上挂钩的词汇
这家，
从来不会放弃任何一个人
也从来不会对任何一件事过于斤斤计较
没有所谓的隔夜仇，
更没有不能说的秘密
这家，还真的让我们大家，
经常抱在一起狂欢大笑，
也时常辽望着同一片天空一起感伤
很多时后，只需一个眼神，一个微笑，一个轻拍
就以足够让我们彼此心灵相通
这个家，很大
但它没空虚过
这个家，很吵
但那全是热闹的声音
这个家，很疯
但旁人总是都羡慕我们
这个具体的家，我更喜欢。
这个永远的家，我爱你们。
Kiss My Royal butt
finally!
It’s been long, so long till I faced problems with my L and R articulation after my royal butt returned home. Protracting days abroad seriously drained yours truly vim & vigor’s, almost to a complete zilch. It’s a marvel how I did live through after all.
Oh well, who’s the Wonder-Woman again?
So they always say, flying days supposed to be fun, no? Well, not when you have to be constantly on the toes I supposed. Try flying every alternate day, changing your hotel every 2 consecutive days and full capacity itineraries on the list. Those days felt eon, and adding on, a complete still.
Plus it doesn’t really help when I have to be hospitalized one fine snowy day. That day my calves decided to fail on me, there I thought I will be a perpetual eye-candy, but wheelchair-bound. I swear that was the ever-most-daunting moment in my decades of livings. Yes, try sprinting in altitudes of 4000 over metres, climbing steps (1000) after steps (2000), ascending and descending repeatedly, all in the cold of -10degree and see if your poor little calves retaliate, says Dr. Hero.
Besides, birthday abroad was a whole new sane experience of course. Picture the cake devoid of those lil-much-loved bitches slapping me with bubbly Champagne and Red. Pathetic
Sans the negativity, I never would have loved my nearest and dearest (homeland inclusive) like before honestly. Appreciation fostered, Love matured and Existence redefined.
Lucky or not, I was exposed to the worlds of different caste systems. Clichéd as it is, seeing is indeed believing. I witnessed the true significance of having nothing yet everything. What fortunate bitches we are really.
Anyway, the bleating goes on and on. Let’s trade those scandalous affair with an icy mocha frap, I promise you luscious details, in my ever inexhaustible dramatic kinky breath. *wink
The Chronicles of the Flying Woman
Im not on a Holidays yo!
Flying Woman I Am!!
I call myself the perfect Oriental Beauty here!
wooohooo, the beautiful rainbow right behind Aly
the Unifier of China - Mr. Q
now some happy moment : releasing of Kong Ming Lanterns
And in a foreign land i spent my Birthday!
the students gave me roses, sweet!
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the students behind came running after me for autograph, Serious!
Picturesque Scene!!!!!
how cool that a working piano can be mounted on the board.
it works like a touch screen!!
the really AMAZING terra-cottas
the school for the riches.
I want a bouquet like this next V-day please! ;)
I can never look a country girl
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poor kids, they sacrificed their classroom for us to hold our conference.
the temperature was ard 9deg mind you.
Overseeing Shangri-La
Kids of different ethnics wear, cool yeah
The backdrop isn't superimposed!!!!!
they are REAL flowers!!!!! AWESOME
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night of cultural performance!
seemingly the MOE male officers like our vibrancy
the city secondary students
clay moulding class!
Oh my, How cute can kids get!!!!
check out whose hands on my shoulders!
ooh, i just love these kids! Cute
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Oh. the long awaited chill-out Lucky'7 Roadtrip finally happened thereafter my return too!
Thanks for the chilly chill-out up north - The symphonies of bullfrogs, the freezing Jet-innova, the many booze and casinos, that was a fine recharge of my verve and youth!
Now now, at least I’m here bubbly and sparkling like before, that’s all that matters.
Lucky'7 RoadTrip
RrrrrooooArd Trip!!
Aly & Our Jet-Innova!
Rock n roll the Roadtrip Starts!!
The 2 Gorgeous cow-Girls!
yes im being cramped in the middle of the center seats
color babies at the colorful hotel
oooh, my Spiritual Food - Starbucks!!
Mafia Boys!
NICE NICE NICE babes and the backdrop!!!
The Day where the Earth Stood Sill on an Osim Massage Chair!
The 2 gluttony ones with 3 big scoops each!!
Yummilicious IceCream Time!
Yeah you know who's the strong one with the length of that dress! :P
There we were after another year. . .
We are lil teapots short n stout!!
let's Reach for the Stars!!!
Oh the thousand hands Buddha! (of all colors)!
Lost Soul in the City
CrossRoads not intertwined
Angelic Aura! Haha as if i just came down to Earth!!
so we sing: we are on top of the world!
after several shots, we all decided to sit! haa
Gosh, they are some real hard core smokers when aboard!
check out 2 ghostly faces behind
the car of:
Farts & Burps!!
Oh our Night Marish Ride in that indoor theme Park in KL!
City city Girl!
haha we were drinking soo much on the bed of Berjaya Times Square
oh i thought we look Carlsberg xmas Festive Advert here!
and there we met Surain's Sis!
Check Out my BIG HUMONGOUS MUG of beer!
And i managed to finish before them, alone!!! Yeaaah
Once again, Lucky'7 Road Trip!
Ah there, I'm hearing my Santarina’s bells ringing. . .
Find me under the Mistletoes!! =)
(who's singing Chris Brown’s kiss-kiss?!!)
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I wouldn’t call it any new phase or another fresh chapter per se, since yours truly have always been indulging in her funds-raising endeavor. Let’s see it as an enhanced source of rice in my bowl now, and adieu the days of brain-choke memory.
Aw, albeit I miss the title of the Campus Bitch sometimes. (Not when I smell my shekel spins tho’)
So, apart from more heels and deals, life in a nutshell, is pretty much invariable.
(Of course with ecstasy brimming still! yes go envy.)
And thus,
1. Aly spotted, in lil’ cousin 2nd birthday, jolly
2. Aly spotted, with beers & alcohol, cheery.
3. Aly spotted, engaged in girls’ bitches, merry.
Hold my hands and fly with me!
Lil' Cousin 2nd Birthday!
Aly aly aly, sucha carefree women!
Lil Cousin calls me Pretty Coussie
Isnt he sooo adorable!
dont ask what im staring at, i have no idea
Mighty Ongs for Jayden !
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Beery+Alcohol Clubs Hopping
Aly in her lil Pre-OktoberFest!
dreamy dreamy dreamy Aly aiming for her stars
aint colors so beautiful
evon said this resembles some HK street
i soooo love this awesome picture!
At Le Noir trying to dance
here's my top BFF bitch!! haha
excellent photography skills, and even better subjects
And there we were, in its last day of MOS operations!
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Its a Girls' thing
No i wasnt trying to be a peeping Aly
Uhuh, the mirror action again!
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and Live Love Laugh!
Seriously, I always believe that days are far too short to deny ourselves from bliss.
Well, perhaps my positive disposition and jolly days are painting a rosy picture far beyond reality so they say, but come on, I’m happy hitherto at least.
So why frown when Smile enhances our face’s values, and why hate when Love is perpetually in the air.
Yes that coming from the revengeful Aly with that tinted fringe back then, how mocking isn’t it. All I can say now is, everyone changes remember. Even though I curse and swear still, lots. Oh well.
So, apart from being a philosophical Aly-the-Great, days have been action-packed as usual. Meeting up with my girls is not only a practice, but a habit too addictive to quit. Like how we have been spotted at so many exclusive sales, very very hooked to them. Oh girls, isn’t our last name Shopaholic.
Sometimes, Aly just got to be not in dresses
we attracted some Caucasian Stares right here
the twin effect
Besides, last week was my best ever party went. Firstly, the free flow of Chivas was undeniably good; secondly, the company together was way rocking. Whistles, Rain Sprinklers, high adrenaline rush and all forms of dance stances readily showed off in the hub of the pool. Oh I’m such a party-goer who literally let down my hair that very night, not any near to getting wasted surprisingly.
One of My best ever parties
its a poolside party, so we thought
i got lotsa Chivas without queueing, how lucky
No don't question, my friend on the picture left drinks!!
our last party was way back in Bali
God, i'm so soaked
see, we are right in a pool without water tho
the whistle gang. damn we were soooo, noisy.
fun party more to come!
What’s more, last week was pushed to a blast when Formula1 passes were given to me, at no cost! Spectacular speed racing in front of the old parliament house and those ear piercing vrooms were indeed thrilling!! If only the beer weren’t as pricey and I weren’t as lacking of snooze, I would have do the Kallang roar and wave.
the free passes!!
i thought i look a reporter, no?
stringent check at the entrance
yes yes we were there.
my supported team!!
Damn, the beer on my hand cost me 10bucks
alright, here's near the starting point
and here's my seating area.
look closely behind, we managed to catch a porsche!!
dinner before the night race starts.
p.s, the freaking small ferrari bear is $30
the thrilling night race began!!!!
thunderous cars, cheering crowd and the tired us
Singapore does look beautiful in a way after all
Now, i'm feeling sucha excited kid.
I’m so going to Swenson !
Woohoo. =P
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Sweet enough, meeting up with my nus batch girls has developed into a regular practice these days. Girls – Dinners – Gossips – Laughter, so Sex & the City. And the thing about us, we always know we who are.
Funnily, mocha frap has become our must-have over the trading of scandalous bitches. Back in campus then, coffee was just our perk up tool in that droning lecture theatre.
So, times change, and I see another new ‘BFF’ for us now – Miss Cocoa, Beans.
Oh, because next week’s a mid-break, I supposed we could get some tanned lines and mambo party over our exchange of stories again. Our Grand Copthorne dinner is still on the list as well.
our dinner @ soup restaurant
they got the nice backdrop for pictures
sweet for the sweets @ Bakerzin
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time for some Aly dressing up
been long such look resurface
dinner @ coffeeclub
gossip girls
haha awkward awkward awkward.
obviously we have lived past such mirror stage
Alright, besides all the femme tittle-tattle, I haven’t actually lost touch with the homme too. That would totally be out of the question anyway, for the ratio of my yin-yang chums is way skewed.
she reminds me of myself at times
get drunk all day long was our slogan for the night
Woooh, my life is interesting!
x.o.x.o you know you love me
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Muscles tension is on the run these days!
Well it could be the aftermath of some Phelps’ inspiration, or, I have finally come clear to acknowledge the becoming of a couch potato over the last whole month.
So, running shoes back on the track, goggles tighten, badminton returning to the courts.
Yes, you read it right, days of sports and Aly, back.
As cliché as it could be, I reaped what I sow. My KPE 10km tunnel run turned out to be a recordable testimony. Then again, the minutes clocked could have been better sans the stifling conditions and the sardine-packed crowd. The deprivation of fresh air and sufficient light should deserve us a better indemnity I thought.
The one & only chance to pose under an ERP
Mighty Ong runners on a supposed lazy Sunday
Tadah, Aly 1st to hit the finishing line amongst the 4
Hooray for us to ocmplete the 10km Women's open
insanity is never an issue for Aly
behind's 30 over lamborghinis 'cruising' KPE at one go
Apart from the many runs, my poor right arm is seeing muscles. Badminton with baby sis has become a good training for right hand punches. And gawd, the many swims we have weekly, are really bleaching my hair so gold.
Oh, cycling did reconcile as well, with my pss chummies at ECP. Our perky butt work out was way intense, and insane. Oh well. And Dan, our race is still on, this time round I’m so getting the same bike as you.
cycle cycle on a pedal
my competitve bike-racer
awkward expression cause we were crashing into Dan soon
its supposed to be a pretense of Aly falling off the bike.
resembles more of a yoga Aly in the end
Next on the list, blades, squash and tennis.
I will be your new Sharapova.
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