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Name: modgurl
Location: Singapore

New mom. New woman. Born in Singapore. Raised in the World Wide Web.
Tuesday, April 29, 2003 @ 5:00 pm

Dear Blogger,

my shoulders are hurting again. I tried sitting with the right posture but its really hard when you have to do that for 8 straight hours.I should really practice yoga. I bought the book didn't I? So why am I not practising it???

I hope this SARS thing ends soon. I don't want it to be part of my life. People are saying that it's like AIDS. It was once an epidemic. Now, it's part of our lives. Gosh! That's really terrible. God is punishing us already. The end is almost near.

Something happened to me yesterday that may change my plans for the upcoming months. I was rapped by my boss for the botched up job I did. After that, I thought real hard about quitting. Afterall, I've worked here for almost 3 years. It's time for a change right? But what shall I do? I've always wanted to go back to school full time. I wanted to get my bachelor's degree. That would be neat. I'll have to think real hard about it though.

I want to meet Din tonight but again there's some divine intervention that prevents me from doing so. He won't be able to meet me till 10:30pm. By then, I'd be flat out on my bed! To meet or not, that is the question. Damn it! I really miss him. All I could think about the whole morning was doing a blowjob on him. Urgh! Of all things, I've to think about someone else's penis. Gross! I've been celibate for too long man.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Monday, April 28, 2003 @ 4:19 pm

Dear Blogger,

Today's triage duty is a nightmare. There was just too many staff involved. I couldn't understand their way of working. It was just too chaotic. And I have to do this for most days of the week. Spare me.

Last night, I don't know what I ate but I had a terrible, terrible headache. I even threw up! It was so gross and so painful that I cried. I popped in 4 aspirins but I couldn't sleep till half an hour later. My head was like throbbing to a techno beat. It was terrible!

Gosh I feel like having ice cream right now. A treat for the hard work I've put on this morning. Wait a minute! Haven't I been eating too much junk lately??? HELLO! You're on a diet girl. Focus!

Din has been acting a little lovey dovey. I guess he's doing it because he doesn't want to spoil the mood for this weekend's date. I initiated it. I guess he deserved it. I really miss him. I miss those eyes, the smile, that touch. Above all, I miss his kiss. I think he's the best kisser I know. I watched Princess Diaries over the weekend and the princess described how a good kiss should feel like. She said the kiss should make her pop. i.e. it should make her leg go up. *LOL*

Well... Din's kiss doesn't make my leg go up, but it sure makes my kness weak. There's something about his kiss that makes my soul melt like butter in a saucepan. Cher sang that if you want to know if he loves you so, it's in his kiss.

Sincerely,
modgurl.


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Friday, April 25, 2003 @ 3:38 pm

Dear Blogger,

I'm on the hunt for the perfect scent for me. I've sprayed on Escada's Sentiment for almost 3 years now. Every girl I know is spraying that on themselves now. It's time for a change.

I'm looking for a scent that best describes my personality. It has to leave a lasting impression on everyone in the room. So, it has to be something strong right? It also has to inspire me. Inspire me to do what I'm not too sure, but just inspire me to accomplish great things.

On the top of my fragrance list as of now is... Chanel's Chance. It's a very new fragrance and very expensive. For my budget that is. And it doesn't even come with free gifts! I like the scent but if only it wasn't Chanel. I suspect I'm paying the hundred odd dollars for the brand name itself.

I'm going for a haircut tomorrow. It's been 4 months since my last radical hairdo. I want it really short this time. I know some people are complaining that the current hairstyle is already too short. But hey, it's my hair!

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Wednesday, April 23, 2003 @ 10:18 am

Dear Blogger,

I want to live as a better person. I'm tired of punishing myself. I want to be happier, richer and smarter. How do I go about doing that?

Din asked me to come over on Friday, lunch time. He asked me to help with his PC, but I knew it's going to be more than that. That's why I hesitated to meet him on Friday. I seriously don't want to shaq him. I just want to communicate with him. I think by communicating, it will forge a stronger bond. Then again, communication isn't a guy's forte is it?

I really miss those days. I was very happy you know. Very, very happy. What happened along the way? One of the great mysteries of life.

I'm drinking lots of water. I'm eating less, I think. So why do I feel heavier every day??? What did I do wrong? Also, I feel tired daily. It must be all those emotional strain. Really driving me bonkers.

Remind me to buy my pills on Friday. I took the last one yesterday. So, I'm expecting the floodgates to open very soon. Yeah. That's right. PMS season. I've already had it early on in the month. Really shitty there. Now, I'm going to have it again at the end of the month. No wonder I'm like a mad woman for the past week.

I cooked again this morning. Fried maggie. Can't cook that often though. Very salty. It's good stuff but not healthy stuff. I should cook more often. Maybe I should cook pasta. I like pasta.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2003 @ 1:05 pm

Dear Blogger,

Once again, he managed to make me cry. I don't know why I keep getting myself into this shit. Has he cast a spell over me or something?! Why can't I just ignore him?! Why did I have to lift my fingers to dial his numbers?! Why did I risk losing my appetite to talk to him on the phone?! He is such a DICKHEAD!!! And I'm the STUPID WHORE who comes running back to him. I hate myself.

He is not even interested in anything else other than sex. He is a sex maniac! He may have even done it with other girls. Why should I care?! FUCK HIM!!!

How could I be so stupid as to let a piece of shit like him get the better of me like that?! If I could turn back time, I will kick his balls to space. Yeah. I would do that. Actually, that would not even hurt as much as how I'm feeling right now. I'm seething with rage. The bastard!

From now on, I shall be on my own. There shall be no master in my life. Let this be my oath.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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@ 8:51 am

Dear Blogger,

It's happening again. My head is starting to spin. It must be psychological. It's like a war zone here! No wonder I'm getting depressed.

It's all China's fault. Who cares how their political party look like?! Those big wigs in Congress should have tackled the problem in November instead of making their reputation look good their first priority. It's been reported that most of the flu epidemic originated from Guandong. So why the fuck didn't the Chinese government act on it?! If I had my way, I would wipe the Chinese government from the face of the Earth.

Their ignorance or should I say arrogance, is causing all of us lots of problems. I'm not just talking inconvenience here and there, but catastrophic problems. Singapore, which over the last few decades or so has not been in recession (technically) is in danger of an economic collapse! Fuck those Chinese government!

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Monday, April 21, 2003 @ 8:59 am

Dear Blogger,

As soon as I stepped into the hospital, I feel a headache coming on. My work spirit is slowly going down the drain. I feel my motivation slipping away. That's what happens when you come back to work after a long weekend and your workplace look like a war zone.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Sunday, April 20, 2003 @ 10:49 pm

Dear Blogger,

I'm feeling pathetic again. First of all, the bloody bus number 10 didn't arrive even after waiting for 20 minutes. I should have walked to Kallang MRT station after 10 minutes but I waited at the stupid bus stop like an idiot. I could have saved lots of time!

Secondly, the couples in the train isn't very considerate. They were being all cuddly and smoochy. It makes me sick! It just makes me hate myself more.

I kept thinking how did it ended up like this. I know I did some things which at this point of time, I think they're despicable. But why does he have to act like this. He said he loved me. Yet, he's using me for his needs. Does he think that I can be used like that?! I think not! But time and time again, I fall into that trap. I almost did. I hate myself. I am pathetic!

Am I wasting my love on him? I think I am. Then why do I run back to him? I'm an intelligent person. Why do I do all these stupid things? Have I fooled myself into thinking that he can be trusted? That he can love me like before? I wish there was something or someone who can take me away from this shitty business. Where's my knight in shining armour?!

I'm so tired. I know I've said this before. I'm really, really tired. All this negative emotions in me are tearing me down. Everyday I grow weaker. I'm afraid. I'm afraid I may do it this time round. But who cares right? Nobody cares if I live. So who cares if I die right?

Nobody listens to me. Let alone understand me. I wish there's someone out there who understands what I'm feeling and what I'm going through. Is there such a person? I think not. The world isn't that kind.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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@ 9:18 am

Dear Blogger,

I came very close to shagging him. I've never been this horny before. It sure is hard being err... can't remember that word right now. A sudden writer's block has come over me.

I asked him to call me last night. Of course he didn't call. Why would I think that he will? I ended up going to bed feeling miserable and lonely. I hate that feeling. Loneliness. It's really a shitty feeling.

It's a glorious morning today. The sun is up and shining but not too bright. Already I can hear thunder roaring. Better bring my jacket later. It's going to be cold in the office. Very cold.

I read a column at Sunday Life today. The guy talked about how his colleagues seem to find time doing other things while still working 16 hour day. He also talked about slowing down. Maybe I should do that. Slow down I mean. My whole body was aching the whole day yesterday. It means that I've been overworking myself. Thank goodness I didn't go out last night. I needed all the rest I can get.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Thursday, April 17, 2003 @ 9:05 pm

Dear Blogger,

I'm at home now, which is good. Because I got to watch Bridget Jones' Diary. I never got to watch that movie in the cinema. Didn't watch it on VCD nor DVD either. But I've read the book, before there was talk that it's going to be made into a movie.

I love the book. I think Helen Fielding got it right when she wrote a novel about modern women. I really connected with Bridget Jones. I don't drink and smoke like her but we share the same insecurities. I think she's thinner than me because she weighs at 140lbs. I weight 150lbs. Those hours at the gym doesn't seem to help at all.

She has problems with men. I have problem with men too. Even though she gets to sleep with 2 dishy men, she doesn't know what she wants until the end. Of course, that's the world of paperbacks for you. In real life, you don't always get your man. Nor do you know what you want at the end.

I love Mark Darcy. Actually, I love Colin Firth. I first noticed him in a BBC production of Pride and Prejudice. Never have I ever had a crush on any literature men, but he is so D'arcy. I hope Arts Central show the series again.

Next, I saw him in Fever Pitch. This is another novel turned into a book. Again, I read the book first. Nick Hornby. Excellent chap. He was in The English Patient too, as Kristin Scott Thomas' husband.

Anyway, I have to lose weight. 150lbs?! That's too much. When I looked at Bridget Jones on TV, I thought she was fat. Then I suddenly realised that that's me! I'm fat! I mean I know I'm fat but I thought I'm not that fat. Just curvier and fleshier. Watching Bridget Jones' Diary was such a crash back down to Earth.

So here's my plan. As of tomorrow, I'm going to watch what I eat. I'm going to exercise more. Drink more water. So on and so forth. Hmm... like I've never heard that before. I'm going to lose weight to 140lbs by the end of the year. I know I can do it!

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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@ 4:29 pm

Dear Blogger,

is it me or am I very horny today? My hand kept touching my sensitive areas (my breasts and my pubic area). Even as far as massaging them. It must be the full moon effect.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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@ 3:47 pm

Dear Blogger,

I'm breaking out. I've not broke out since secondary school days. I have 3 huge zits on my chin! My pores are the size of marbles. This is not acceptable.

Din update: I've contacted him again. He didn't answer my calls. He did, only once after 11am. I was right. He was asleep. Now why did I call him? To ask him out perhaps. No. To ask him out definitely. Why?! Hasn't he treated me bad enough already? Why am I still sucking up to him?! I am pathetic.

I think I just want to stay home tonight. My zitty face is slowly convincing me to just stay home. Also, he didn't answer my calls. So, I'm in no mood to get frisky with him. Frisky? Who uses that word now??? I'm really getting old.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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@ 8:50 am

Dear Blogger,

please shoot me. I've said before that if I ever contact him again, I'll shoot myself. So, please pass me a gun. Hmm... guns are banned in Singapore. Beat me to death then. I don't care how just kill me already!

I called him last night, thinking that he's at work. I just wanted to wish him goodnight. Don't ask me why I do it. I should have just knock my head against the wall. As usual, he didn't pick up the phone. Both phones. He paged me 10 minutes later while I was about to wander into slumberland. I diverted my phone to pager nowadays. I returned his page. Guess what? He's asleep. At home!

He didn't work yesterday. He didn't work a few days ago. And he didn't work last night! What's going on?! He said he was on MC. His shoulder hurts. Should I believe him? I didn't last night.

One thing about him that I truly despise is the way he pretends to listen to you but he is obviously asleep! I can hear him snoring for heaven's sake! And when he does talk to you, he mumbles or rambles. Usually, his mumblings don't make sense. At one time, he called out a different girl's name. My alarm just went haywire.

On a lighter note, I cooked this morning. That's right. I cooked. I didn't mean to cook. It was pure accidental. I wanted to cook instant noodles for breakfast and I ended up cooking some vege chowder soup. I'm so proud of myself.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2003 @ 1:14 pm

Dear Blogger,

I'm listening to one of my favourite Malay songs. I don't listen to a lot of Malay songs, but I think this song really says what's in my heart right now.

~Di Persimpangan Dilema~

Masa berlalu tanpa ku menyedari
Percintaan yang kita bina hampir terlerai
Apa salahku kau buatku begini
Dalam dilema di antara jalan derita

Tidak pernah kuduga
Ini semua terjadi Oh..

Janganlah engkau menghancurkan segala
Setelah lama kita mengharungi bersama
Usah biarkan
Cinta kita yang suci
Dilambung ombak karam di lautan berduri

Hanya satu pintaku moga kau menginsafi
oh...semua ini

Telah banyak yang kuberi
Sejak dulu lagi
Pengorbanan tiada pernah jemu

Hanyalah Tuhan saja bisa menentukan semua
Kesabaran daku menantimu
Ku tetap memaafkan dan berdoa kau kembali
Sebelum diri melangkah pergi

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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@ 12:12 pm

Dear Blogger,

I'm thinking of him. I can't stop thinking of him. I wonder what is he doing right now? He's probably asleep. How can I stop thinking of him? It's giving me a headache.

I've even thought of going to his place over lunch. But that's very silly. I quickly brush that thought away. I've also thought of asking him to spend the night with me over Good Friday. That's even more silly.

I wish life is so simple. Matters of the heart are never simple. Oh my head! It really hurts. I feel so jaded and weak. What can I do? The thoughts of him are eating my life away.

Why does this have to happen to me? I just want it all to go away. Where's my angel? Where's my knight in shining armour? Oh God. I'm so tired.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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@ 8:57 am

Dear Blogger,

It's raining again. It's been raining a lot these days. I fancy that it's raining because of me, what with all the crying and all.

As I looked through the train window, I saw how beautiful the rain was. It was like a symphony, raining down in beautiful motion. There's something so melancholic about it. It made my heart so sad and dejected. I could have stand there watching the rain the whole day. It was just too hopeless, yet serene. I don't know how to explain it.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2003 @ 10:19 pm

Dear Blogger,

He sms me. He asked me if he could, in his words and I quote, "let go of the thing inside". THE NERVE!!! It just makes me so furious! So mad! Is that all he cares about?! Sex?! One part of me just wants to beat him up to pulp. The other just wants to ignore him. I chose the latter. I'm already so tired. I don't wish to drain whatever energy I've left.

Perhaps I'm better off without him. I'm an intelligent adult. I deserve better than this.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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@ 4:45 pm

Dear Blogger,

I just came back from screening duty at the wards. I am so tired! Not physically tired, but brain tired. I need a long break. Just to recharge myself. It looks like I'm going to be tired for long because this SARS situation doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon.

He asked me to come over to his place during lunch. And I replied him. I know I shouldn't. I've already said that I should not contact him at all. I should just shoot myself in the head.

He was very persistant. I told him no, I'm working. What is wrong with that guy?! I told him so many times that I don't want to do IT anymore. He just doesn't get it in his head. Perhaps there's nothing in his head but a sex sponge that's disguised as a brain. What do I have to do to make him understand?

I've just asked him out for dinner. I know. I'm very stupid. I didn't want to contact him but I asked him out for dinner. I'm a confused person aren't I? I don't even know what I want. He hasn't replied. He's probably asleep. I'm not going to bother. I'll just go home and pray that my mum cooked tonight. Besides, I'm tired right?

I've told him I want to have a baby. Yeah. Another stupid thing to do. I'm feeling baby-mushy again. I can't help it! Working in a maternity hospital makes you think like having babies all the time.

But I really do want to have a baby. I want to experience the joys of motherhood. I don't mind the pain (literally and figuratively speaking). I want to give birth to my own flesh and blood. I know I will be a good mother. I may not look like it, but I do have maternal instincts. Sooner or later, I'm going to see dancing babies in broad daylight.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Monday, April 14, 2003 @ 10:20 pm

Dear Blogger,

I've sent him the last message. That will be the last time I shall contact him. I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore. It's just too painful. I have to move on. I hope he will be happy.

He messaged me furiously after that. Why did he do that? I told him not to contact me anymore. Doesn't he understand that I just want to move on? I cannot live like this. I'm already feeling like shit and all he can think of was shagging me! If he sincerely cares for me then he should prove it to me. He should remember the good old days.

Oh yes. The good old days. I met him online, briefly. I called him after I logged off, briefly. We had a phone conversation that lasted till the early hours of morning on the same night. I met him the next day, by surprise, at his station. I can never forget the look on his face. It was very hilarious. I didn't know then that I would ever fall head over heels for him.

We had our first official date the next day. We went to the airport. I love that place. It was a place meant for an intellectual date. I had the most comfortable conversation with a guy ever. He didn't come on to me too hard and I like that. The whole affair was just comfortable.

After that, we did what most young couples in love did. We went out together. We had breakfast, lunch and dinner together (as much as possible). We called each other almost every hour. We teased each other silly. Those were the honeymoon period.

Then, after 2 weeks, we had sex. We were both virgins before. At least I know I was. I'm not too sure about him. How do you tell if a guy is a virgin or not??? It's not like they bleed or anything. After that, things seem to be on fast gear. We were moving too fast. We didn't have time for a proper conversation. All we did when we were together was sex, sex and more sex. It got very routine and tiresome. I longed for those innocent moments.

In the beginning, I loved the way he called me "sayang". It sounded so sincere. Of late, it became something of a convenience. He has never called me by my name. Never. So, "sayang" and "dear" don't mean a thing anymore.

I loved the way he showered me with attention. All those late night calls, even when he was working. It made me feel loved and protected. Security. That's what I wanted. Then, the late night calls became a nuisance. All he ever asked were "where are you" and "what are you doing". I felt trapped.

I tried explaining this to him. But it seems that we were not in the same frequency. He just couldn't understand that I need my space sometimes. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. He seemed to me to have become very possesive. I couldn't handle that.

Perhaps that's why I did all those stupid things. Yes. It was stupid. I threw away what I treasured most. I couldn't forgive myself for that. How could I? There was someone who truly cared for me and I just dumped it. And I have the nerve to blame him for not giving me enough attention?! How stupid was that?!

It's possible that I'm not meant to be in a relationship. I should just be on my own, like I am now. I should live alone and die alone. It's better to be lonely on my own than be lonely with someone else.

I did love him. I do love him. It will take an extraodinary man to make me fall for him just like that. He must have been special. He is special!

I love you Din. You will always be special to me. I am moving on, but your memories are stored in a special place in my heart. Who knows one day, we will be fated to be together again. I don't believe in fate much, but I will just let nature take its course. If you are the one, God will show it to me.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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@ 5:35 pm

Dear Blogger,

he has read the letter. Why was I surprised then? Didn't I want him to read it? I've just spoken to him on the phone. I asked him if we could meet to talk. But he sounded reluctant. I was a little hurt. I am still hurt. But what reaction did I expect when I've cheated on him?!

I was a very stupid girl. Most people would say that I was inexperienced. Din was my 1st love and I threw it all away. Why did I do that? I don't know. I still couldn't find the answer. I didn't betray him with just 1 guy, but 2! One of which was purely just for fun, the other... well... I don't know.

I feel so remorsed. So tormented. So full of hatred and self-loathing. I've disappointed myself. I don't know what I've become. I don't know myself anymore. 3 attempts at suicide. For what?! Nobody cares if I died. I am non-existent even when I'm breathing and living beside them. People may say that I'm just hungry for attention. Perhaps I am. That makes me even more pathetic. I am a pathetic soul.

I just want to be on my own. I want to wander around the world on my own. Yet, I want to be the centre of attention too. I want to be cared for and noticed. What am I doing??? Why do I do this to myself? I was never this helpless. I was strong and independent. There was nothing that could break my spirit. One guy came into my life and I'm a weakling. Is that what love does to you? If it does, then I hate love. One moment of pure bliss, an eternity of pain.

Will I ever recover? I don't know. All I know is that it won't be soon. It may take years, decades or even centuries (if I lived that long). I've always dreamed of being a self-assured woman, a woman who can have anything she wants. But deep down, I know that these women are lonely too. It's always lonely when you're successful. Man is tempted by the devil to be envious of one another. That's why a strong person can never be happy. Nobody wants to be with a strong person.

Shall I be weak then? What good will it do? The weak will not survive in this harsh world. Even heaven isn't what the Qoran said it will be. I'm sure there's conflict in there too.

Sigh... What am I doing to myself???

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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@ 9:10 am

Dear Blogger,

I had an awful weekend. It was spent at work. Both work. I work full-time at a women's and children's hospital, non-medical mind you. I work part-time answering queries and book tickets for concert goers.

I am tired. Not dead tired. But tired. I need time on my own just to gather my thoughts. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Not on purpose. Sometimes I think of issues unconsciously until my brain juice run dry. I wish there's a switch off button in my brain so that I won't have to think of unpleasant things. I'm so emotionally tired every time I think of such things. My face is constantly wet with tears because of it. Why does it happen I wonder? Is it because of all those years of built up frustration? Or is it because that I'm just a cry baby?

I thought by taking up an extra job, I would be too busy to be thinking too much. After all, guys do that when they want to avoid negative feelings and thoughts. Guys are a totally different species altogether aren't they? Nevertheless, ever since I've started working part-time, I seem to have more time to read. That is good, isn't it? Better than thinking about death or past relationships.

I'm reading a book by John Gray, "Mars and Venus Starting Over". I'm still at the 1st chapter but Mr John Gray hasn't been much help. He hasn't touched on something which I don't already know. I'll bet there are other readers who share my view. And Mr John Gray is earning lots of money now because of his books. How silly is that?

I miss him you know. My ex-boyfriend. His name is Din. He still contacts me and he still fancies me. Only when he wants IT that is. I miss the old Din. I miss those innocent times when IT wasn't in the picture. Now all he wants is IT! I've tried to explain to him that there is more to a relationship than just IT, like companionship. But guys being guys, they don't seem to understand anything but IT. I don't know what he is now. So to avoid anymore turmoil, I shall just treat him as my ex-boyfriend. Oh yeah. We will still talk about IT, but that doesn't mean I will do IT. By the way, I've sent him a letter of my confession. It will be interesting to see the outcome later.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Friday, April 11, 2003 @ 11:46 am

Dear Blogger,

my name is modgurl. No. That is not my name. My name is too beautiful to be called just by anyone. Sometimes I hate my name. Because sometimes I think the name does not suit me. It does not belong to me. I am not like what the name symbolises.

I am 23 years old. Feeling old already. I am mature beyond my ages. I think more that what my peers think about, and that is not much. I think about life, death, cars, people, why this and why that. Like this morning, I think about why am I taking crap from all these people in my life.

I am intelligent. I read books, newspapers, magazines, journals, websites. I read almost anything. But reading does not make a person smart if she does not know how to process that information into knowledge. I know I'm intelligent. Because I think differently. I may not be a scholar but I know I'm better than these scholars. I am a life scholar.

I am beautiful. I know I am. I am not Cindy Crawford beautiful but I am beautiful in my own right. People don't look at me twice but it's fine by me. I prefer to stay out of the limelight, blend in with the background. That is the best position for anyone to observe the dramas of life. You sit there and people don't realise that your brain has not switched off. It's processing data faster than before. You see and hear a lot of things when people don't notice your presence.

That is a brief introduction of me Blogger. That does not even scratch the surface about me. Nobody knows me very well. Anyone who says he does, he's lying.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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