Must write more for her. For my wife. For my dearest.
Words can describe what I cannot express in person.
Meeting you was fate, falling in love with you was destiny, but staying in love with you was my choice.
Must write more for her. For my wife. For my dearest.
Words can describe what I cannot express in person.
At last a place that we can call our own.
Our home. Not a house.
Where love and warmth is nurtured and grows.
The place environment quite good.. Food choice though limited but the concept is something different.
At least we tried!!
If only the gold is real.. Hehe..
Managed to touch real silver and real gold..and see the process of smelting and moulding silver.
But the place can be better Hehe..
Quite nice desserts.. Not that sweet..
It's been a while since I brought my dear dear to cafe since Muar time :)
Old but gold. Still as handsome and ass kicking as ever.
I think he will still be there when he is 70 years old in mission Impossible 9.