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Saturday, 26 May 2007

“Beauty is all about us, but how may are blind!-Levis-

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Smoking Kills

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The Restless player...as from tender age

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Abuse of Power-Underdaks-

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Games people Play- Hyundai-

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At 50 years young, I decided to hit the 'upgrade' button, and honestly, things are looking a whole lot better! wind in my hair, on two wheels, trading sensible for sheer, unadulterated freedom and adventure. In the kitchen, I'm a mad scientist, 'whipping up culinary symphonies that range from a cosy dinner for two to a full-blown feast. Every dish? Infused with love, passion, and maybe a little bit of chaotic joy. As a sensual soul, I'm all about the power of touch, it's healing, it's thrilling, and frankly, it's just really, really nice. When I'm not cooking or cruising, I'm probably deep in a world where reality and dreams politely intertwine. And advertising? Forget the shouty bits. I'm after the messages with soul, the ones that make you feel something, not just buy something. My 'better' brain demands more than just jingles. Finally, my childhood memories are like this secret stash of gold, twinkling with innocence and nostalgia. They're my delightful grounding wire, reminding me of the simpler (and often hilariously awkward) moments that built the 'me' I am now and all the glorious weirdness I'm still becoming. Best. Life. Upgrade. Ever.
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