Eight has personally become my favourite number. Other than one, three and six. Sheesh. The Bf should know why I like eight. We're ion chapter eight of our relationship. And I being the, Ms-I'm-full-of-energy decides to do something for the bf. Something that I know he'll like without costing me much. The idea suddenly came into me when I was sitting in the every-long-bus-ride from school. Admit, I was thinking of him, deep. Anyways, it took me less than 2 hours to do this for him. Presented him on the day itself as a surprise by giving him the good excuse of fetching my tailored jeans as he was holding on to it. Hehe. Glad he liked it much, else, he wouldn't bother to take plenty pictures of it and made it model of the day.. ;)


