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Jules who hates being late but always is because of AreYouGoingLikeThis. Inside joke, please dont try to understand.
Lisa and Maisyarah getting skin consultation.
While my mom and Jay's mom talking to each other at the back.
Meet Idan. The guy who came soaking wet. AWWWW
I LOVE YOU PEOPLE. AND AND THIS PICTURE! BECAUSE I TOOK IT.
And all dressed up! Actually she was too busy that day in search of new house, but when I told her "come lah please, its a small gathering for us girls, reunion weh". Then she said, okay!
Candids!
Thats Fiqa and Adeline catching up.
Our shot without Adeline. Look! Look! We are colour coordinated, eventhough there wasnt like a real theme to the gathering. Hehe we're secretly soul sisters. Even Adeline who came later wore black. Sobs :')
Random pictures of people mingling and getting skin consultations.
I did a speech on the product that Ive tried and tested (lab mice wtf) and at the end of my speech I told them they stand a chance to bring home Kiehl's product worth RM180 when they strike a pose with Mr.Bone. Modelly event must have modelly contest maa.
Went all they way with Mr.Bone's chain necklace and shopping bag.
Okay. Why is Alisya in all the pictures?? Hohoh.
Soul sisters.
Soul sisters.
Jay and Alison showing of their prizes. Look at my excited face. Kikiki.
Thank you everyone for making it happened! Your support means alot to me. And Kiehl (-_-") Wouldnt trade it for the world. SAYANG KORANG SEMUAAA HUREI!
I hate motorcyclist driving in the rain and losing control and sliding towards in front of your car and falling on the road. It happens you know. To me. Twice. It feels awkward like of course it's not your fault, you didnt even touch him and he falls right in front of you and to wait for him to get back on his motorcycles takes forever and the awkward silence is awful and you look at him and wait for him to look at your pity stare. I SWEAR TO GOD ITS KILLING ME.