Friday, November 14, 2008 ♥
well, hello. this is Jo making a special appearance on Zhar Bor's daily musings. I'm from Jurong, born with two parents on a good day, none on a bad. Was brought up along with Jesus, Mother Mary and the Holy Spirit. Attended a school in the neighbourhood and now, a wayward friend of Clare.
Being a friend of Zhar Bor is one thing. Spending time with her is another. Leaving her would be disastrous. Like how the Bees will always stick to their Honey, I thank my lucky stars Zhar Bor is like an overflowing pool of Honey available while I'm like the one pathetic overweight Bee left behind in the big big forest.She's just got an abundance pool of love, boob hugs, kisses and smackerools to keep me alive and kicking.
Enough of carrying your balls Zhar Bor.
This Zhar Bor here showed me time and time again that being unglam is part of her whole package. And she made me feel a tad less guilty about my dirty little secrets. (fucking unglam can).
She carries an air that leaves guys feeling powerless and dare I say, breathless while carrying an oxygen tank, restoring their breathing after flashing her megawatt smile (oh, no. She should be still taking their breath away). OK, maybe after flashing her megawatt smile, mouths a "hello darling" with her saucy lips.
Is it me? or am I looking like I'm penning an article for Maxim.
Right. How apt, cuz Gavin Jasper's Pretty Woman is on my playlist.
Zhar Bor.. Where do I even start telling you guys about spending a moment with her?