Oct 27, 2011

why I choose to be a Unit Trust Consultant

I am a Unit Trust consultant and I have been one for the past 9 years.. yup, since 2002!!! I may not be your so called successful agent who's driving a Mercedes or a BMW, earning 5 to 6 figure incomes, but nevertheless, I am successful in my own way.
I have been a National Sales Convention qualifier year after year since 2006 and a Million Ringgit Producer every year for the same number of years.
I came from a broken home, had a miserable childhood, struggled to make ends meet, was a single mom, and just finished school with a grade 2 in SPM. I did not know where I was going and what I was doing. Oh, I had dreams to marry a rich man but even though there were rich or very well to do men wanting to fulfill my dreams, I just couldn't go through with it because I did not love them.
I was bored easily, hated going to work from 9 to 5 and staring at the same 4 walls or people for too long, and I never worked in a place for more then 3 years. I have worked in Sunway Lagoon, Penang Parkroyal, The Ritz Carlton, Warner Music Malaysia , just to name a few...
It as by sheer chance , upon coming back from overseas, after a holiday upon quitting my last job that I happened on an advertisement in the Star newspaper looking for unit trust consultants with Public Mutual Bhd. It seemed interesting for me, and I went for the Business Opportunity Meeting and was signed up by my upline, Hamidah.
I was hopeless at meeting people and balked at the thought of making cold calls. And when following my upline and some colleagues on roadshows and such, froze when my upline urged me to approach someone to solicit sales. My upline all but gave up on me.
I was lucky though I manage some nerve to talk to a few slightly higher nett worth people and they invested their EPF funds with me and that kept me going. I had some income but it as not much.
Finally with my upline and side lines (colleagues under the same group) urging, tutorial and all, I finally broke out from my shell and did more or less what was expected of me.
I fell in love with one of my colleagues who helped me a lot and guided me a lot. He was a divorcee just like me, and after about a year of seeing each other, we got married.
It was he who encouraged me a lot, pointing out what would happen if I give up (I have to back to work and earn pittance and stare at the same four walls etc... no time to myself and such)
and it was for my children I decided to work harder.
That is how I got to where I am today. The other beautiful part of being a unit trust consultant like me is I have no boss, and I go to work whenever I like. There are times I work just 2 or 3 days a week, there are times I go to work late or come back early. There are times I just skip work altogether just to spend time with my children, especially when they are unwell. It's the freedom of not having to report to anyone and just taking time off whenever I like. There are times, I just see a client a day and run off to go shopping or watch a movie on my own.
And oh... every year, I get to go on free trips... all paid for... I sold of tickets to Kunming and Ho Chih Minh trips to my colleagues as I was dumb in the beginning, and went to Bali, Phuket (as you can see in the pictures here)... all in 5 star hotels and 5 star tours and meals... we don't have to pay a single cent except for your shopping.... and next year??? I am heading to Tokyo, Japan....... anyone coming????
And the best thing? I earn so much more then I would earn working for someone in the office. I earn 2-3 times more and sometimes on a hardworking month, even 4-5 times what I would earn getting scolded or having to clock into the office from 9 to 5.
Well, I know I can earn so much more if I want to and if I am willing to put in more effort, but hey, I want to enjoy my life, my husband and my children's growing years as well, instead of being just a workaholic and thinking about dollars and cents. Thus I choose to be a simple, average unit trust consultant instead earning enough to give my family a comfortable life... and managing my clients the best I can. To any of my clients (if you are reading this) Thanks for all the support you have give me.... I will endeavor to do my best.
一级A做爰片高清无码To anyone interested in joining me or exploring a career in unit trust like me, and enjoying your time, feel free to contact me : Miera at 012 3386033 or Dzul at 017 6830333

Oct 20, 2011

The price of procrastination

When you want to do something, just do it!!! Look what the price of procrastination has caused me.. I was browing through the Kinokuniya bookshop here and an ad really drew my attention. Buy the magazine and a chance to win a free Brics Milano bag worth RM399 or a Laura Mercier toiletries set, and also a chance to win a watch worth RM3000! !!!

Javanese Royal Wedding in Yogyakarta 18/10/11

Thousands greet Javanese royal couple

Slamet Susanto and Sri Wahyuni, The Jakarta Post, Yogyakarta | Wed, 10/19/2011 7:08 AM

Fairy tale wedding: Gusti Kanjeng Ratu Bendara (center) is held aloft by her new husband, Kanjeng Pangeran Haryo Yudanegara (right), and his uncle, Gusti Bendoro Pangeran Haryo Suryodiningrat (left) at Yogyakarta Palace on Tuesday.  Reuters/Beawiharta Fairy tale wedding: Gusti Kanjeng Ratu Bendara (center) is held aloft by her new husband, Kanjeng Pangeran Haryo Yudanegara (right), and his uncle, Gusti Bendoro Pangeran Haryo Suryodiningrat (left) at Yogyakarta Palace on Tuesday. Reuters/Beawiharta Yogyakarta’s iconic street, Jl. Malioboro, was flooded by some 40,000 onlookers hoping to catch a glimpse of Yogyakarta’s new royal couple during their parade for the wedding reception on Tuesday.

Using five royal carts, the entourage of Sultan Hamengkubuwono X’s youngest daughter, Gusti Kanjeng Raden Bendara, and her husband, Kanjeng Pangeran Haryo Yudanegara, left the palace’s Keben gate at 4 p.m.

Riding the Kyai Jong Wiyat cart, the royal couple paraded along Jl. Malioboro to the Bangsal Kepatihan at the gubernatorial office compound located on the same street.

“It’s a relief that I finally saw the royal couple,” said Hartini, 55, of Patalan village in Bantul regency.

“I really wanted to see the couple riding on the sacred cart,” said Martinah, 65, who took her two daughters and grandchild to the parade.

The enthusiasm was evident along Jl. Malioboro since early Tuesday, as celebrants held a so-called “people’s party” to be part of the royal wedding. The street party offered various traditional performances, not only from Yogyakarta, but also from other regions such as East Java and East Nusa Tenggara.

The palace prepared over 150 angkringan carts serving various drinks, snacks and foods for free along the street, which was decorated with janur (young coconut leaves).

The wedding ceremony (ijab qobul) took place at 7 a.m. at the palace’s Panepen Mosque, led by the Sultan himself using honorific Javanese language. Yudanegara — whose original name was Achmad Ubaidillah and who is from Lampung — also said his wedding vows in Javanese. The procession ended with the signing of the prenuptial certificate.

Yudanegara, in a traditional white suit, offered sungkeman (kneeling down to present his respect) to the sultan.

His greeting was followed with the panggih (the meeting of the bride and the groom) ritual at the palace’s Bangsal Kencana verandah at about 10 a.m. Some 2,000 guests — including President Susilo Bambang Yu-dhoyono, First Lady Ani Yudhoyono, Vice President Boediono and other VIPs — witnessed the ritual.

Also in attendance were former vice presidents Jusuf Kalla and Hamzah Haz. Former president Megawati Soekarnoputri also came to the palace, but arrived only after Yudhoyono had left.

The panggih ritual included throwing betel leaves, stepping on an egg and the bride washing the groom’s feet. It ended with a pon-dhongan (carrying the bride on top of the groom’s and the bride’s uncle’s arms) ritual to symbolize the husband’s obligation of respecting and protecting his wife.

“I am happy that everything has run smoothly so far as expected,” Sultana GKR Hemas said.

Her eldest daughter, GKR Pembayun agreed. “I also want to extend our gratitude to all Yogyakartans for their participation.”

King of Bhutan marries.... 14th October 2011

Thimphu : The “Dragon King” of Bhutan married the 21-year-old daughter of an airline pilot Thursday in a ceremony at which there was a notable lack of bizarre hats (like those seen earlier this year at the British royal wedding), but a great deal of color and stately beauty.

一级A做爰片高清无码The new queen, Jetsun Pema, a student at London’s Regents College, had ordered several elaborate traditional national dresses, or kiras, from Bhutanese weavers. The one she wore was handwoven of raw silk. The crown that was perched on her head at the ceremony also was embroidered with silk. At one point, King Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck donned a crown adorned with a raven’s head.

一级A做爰片高清无码The wedding took place in a 17th-century fortress-monastery in ancient Punakha, and Pema was led into the courtyard for the ceremony by a procession of flag-bearers and scarlet-robed monks.

The king, 31 and a graduate of Oxford, was as brightly dressed as his bride, with an eye-grabbing yellow sash. If his hair and sideburns carried hints of latter-day Elvis Presley, there’s a good reason: Apparently, the king is a big fan of the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll.

一级A做爰片高清无码MSN India called the event a “watershed event for the Dragon Kingdom.” The tiny Himalayan nation has been transfixed by the wedding. As Reuters reports, TV was introduced there only in 1999, and the ceremony was broadcast live.

一级A做爰片高清无码The royal couple apparently met when aged 17 and 7 respectively at a family picnic in Thimphu. The then-prince got down on his knees and said “when you grow up, if I am single and not married and if you are single and not married, I would like you to be my wife, provided we still feel the same,” he told students in August.

一级A做爰片高清无码Despite the romantic tale, residents had come to view the king, who came to power in 2008 with the start of democracy in Bhutan, as a foot-dragger when it came to finding a wife. According to Al Jazeera, the nation had grown increasingly “impatient with its king’s lack of urgency to tie the knot.”

And like Britain and Kate Middleton, Bhutan fell in love with Pema, whose “international looks” have been praised widely.

Oct 19, 2011


(You MUST READ THEM OUT LOUD or it doesnt make as much sense):p

1. Thats not right ~~ Sum Ting Wong
2. Are you harboring a fugitive ~~ Hu Yu Hai Ding
3. See me ASAP ~~ Kum Hia Nao
4. Stupid Man ~~ Dum Fuk
5. Small horse ~~ Tai Ni Po Ni
6. Did you go to the beach? ~~ Wai Yu So Tan
7. I bumped in to a coffee table ~~ Ai Bang Mai Fa Kin Ni
8. I think you need a face lift ~~ Chin Tu Fat
9. It's very dark in here ~~ Wao So Dim
10.I thought you were on a diet ~~ Wai Yu Mun Ching
11.This is a tow away zone ~~ No Pah King
12.Staying out of sight ~~ Lei Ying Lo
13.He's cleaning his automobile ~~ Wa Shing Ka
14.Your body odor is offensive ~~ Yu Stin Ki Pu
15.Great ~~ Fa Kin Su Pah

**For the losers who didn't get it..... You are dumb !!!!!**

A traditional Javanese Royal wedding by the royal family in Yogyakarta on the 18th October

These pictures were taken by a facebook friend who were lucky to attend in person. Thanks for allowing me to share, Yuanita.

A weird happening. . .

My husband and I were driving around our housing area with the windows open. I was in the passenger seat when all of a sudden, something slammed into me. It was a small thing and I thought someone threw something at me.

Oct 17, 2011

Mana mak? (SHARING)

Jam 6.30 petang....

Mak berdiri di depan pintu. Wajah Mak kelihatan resah. Mak tunggu adik bungsu balik dari sekolah agama.

Ayah baru balik dari sawah.

Ayah tanya Mak, “Along mana?’

Mak jawab, “Ada di dapur tolong siapkan makan.”

Ayah tanya Mak lagi,” Angah mana?”

Mak jawab, “Angah mandi, baru balik main bola.”

Ayah tanya Mak, “Ateh mana?”

Mak jawab, “Ateh, Kak Cik tengok tv dengan Alang di dalam?”

Ayah tanya lagi, “Adik dah balik?”

Mak jawab, “Belum. Patutnya dah balik. Basikal adik rosak kot. Kejap lagi kalau tak balik juga jom kita pergi cari Adik.”

Mak jawab soalan ayah penuh yakin. Tiap-tiap hari ayah tanya soalan yang sama. Mak jawab penuh perhatian. Mak ambil berat di mana anak-anak Mak dan bagaimana keadaan anak-anak Mak setiap masa dan setiap ketika.

Dua puluh tahun kemudian

Jam 6.30 petang

Ayah balik ke rumah. Baju ayah basah. Hujan turun sejak tengahari.

Ayah tanya Along, “Mana Mak?”

Along sedang membelek-belek baju barunya. Along jawab, “Tak tahu.”

Ayah tanya Angah, “Mana Mak?”

Angah menonton tv. Angah jawab, “Mana Angah tahu.”

Ayah tanya Ateh, “Mana Mak?”

Ayah menunggu lama jawapan dari Ateh yang asyik membaca majalah.

Ayah tanya Ateh lagi, "Mana Mak?"

Ateh menjawab, “Entah.”

Ateh terus membaca majalah tanpa menoleh kepada Ayah.

Ayah tanya Alang, “Mana Mak?”

Alang tidak jawab. Alang hanya mengoncang bahu tanda tidak tahu.

Ayah tidak mahu tanya Kak Cik dan Adik yang sedang melayan facebook. Ayah tahu yang Ayah tidak akan dapat jawapan yang ayah mahu.

Tidak ada siapa tahu di mana Mak. Tidak ada siapa merasa ingin tahu di mana Mak. Mata dan hati anak-anak Mak tidak pada Mak. Hanya mata dan hati Ayah yang mencari-cari di mana Mak.

Tidak ada anak-anak Mak yang tahu setiap kali ayah bertanya, "Mana Mak?"

Tiba-tiba adik bungsu bersuara, “Mak ni dah senja-senja pun merayap lagi. Tak reti nak balik!!”

Tersentap hati Ayah mendengar kata-kata Adik.

Dulu anak-anak Mak akan berlari mendakap Mak apabila balik dari sekolah. Mereka akan tanya "Mana Mak?" apabila Mak tidak menunggu mereka di depan pintu.

Mereka akan tanya, "Mana Mak." Apabila dapat nombor 1 atau kaki melecet main bola di padang sekolah. Mak resah apabila anak-anak Mak lambat balik. Mak mahu tahu di mana semua anak-anaknya berada setiap waktu dan setiap ketika.

Sekarang anak-anak sudah besar. Sudah lama anak-anak Mak tidak bertanya 'Mana Mak?"

Semakin anak-anak Mak besar, soalan "Mana Mak?" semakin hilang dari bibir anak-anak Mak .

Ayah berdiri di depan pintu menunggu Mak. Ayah resah menunggu Mak kerana sudah senja sebegini Mak masih belum balik. Ayah risau kerana sejak akhir-akhir ini Mak selalu mengadu sakit lutut.

Dari jauh kelihatan sosok Mak berjalan memakai payung yang sudah uzur. Besi-besi payung tercacak keluar dari kainnya. Hujan masih belum berhenti. Mak menjinjit dua bungkusan plastik. Sudah kebiasaan bagi Mak, Mak akan bawa sesuatu untuk anak-anak Mak apabila pulang dari berjalan.

Sampai di halaman rumah Mak berhenti di depan deretan kereta anak-anak Mak. Mak buangkan daun-daun yang mengotori kereta anak-anak Mak. Mak usap bahagian depan kereta Ateh perlahan-lahan. Mak rasakan seperti mengusap kepala Ateh waktu Ateh kecil. Mak senyum. Kedua bibir Mak diketap repat. Senyum tertahan, hanya Ayah yang faham. Sekarang Mak tidak dapat lagi merasa mengusap kepala anak-anak seperti masa anak-anak Mak kecil dulu. Mereka sudah besar. Mak takut anak Mak akan menepis tangan Mak kalau Mak lakukannya.

Lima buah kereta milik anak-anak Mak berdiri megah. Kereta Ateh paling gah. Mak tidak tahu pun apa kehebatan kereta Ateh itu. Mak cuma suka warnanya. Kereta warna merah bata, warna kesukaan Mak. Mak belum merasa naik kereta anak Mak yang ini.

Baju mak basah kena hujan. Ayah tutupkan payung mak. Mak bagi salam. Salam Mak tidak berjawab. Terketar-ketar lutut Mak melangkah anak tangga. Ayah pimpin Mak masuk ke rumah. Lutut Mak sakit lagi.

Mak letakkan bungkusan di atas meja. Sebungkus rebung dan sebungkus kueh koci pemberian Mak Uda untuk anak-anak Mak. Mak Uda tahu anak-anak Mak suka makan kueh koci dan Mak malu untuk meminta untuk bawa balik. Namun raut wajah Mak sudah cukup membuat Mak Uda faham.

Semasa menerima bungkusan kueh koci dari Mak Uda tadi, Mak sempat berkata kepada Mak Uda, "Wah berebutlah budak-budak tu nanti nampak kueh koci kamu ni."

Sekurang-kurangnya itulah bayangan Mak. Mak bayangkan anak-anak Mak sedang gembira menikmati kueh koci sebagimana masa anak-anak Mak kecil dulu. Mereka berebut dan Mak jadi hakim pembuat keputusan muktamat. Sering kali Mak akan beri bahagian Mak supaya anak-anak Mak puas makan. Bayangan itu sering singgah di kepala Mak.

Ayah suruh Mak tukar baju yang basah itu. Mak akur.

Selepas Mak tukar baju, Ayah iring Mak ke dapur. Mak ajak anak-anak Mak makan kueh koci. Tidak seorang pun yang menoleh kepada Mak. Mata dan hati anak-anak Mak sudah bukan pada Mak lagi.

Mak hanya tunduk, akur dengan keadaan.

Ayah tahu Mak sudah tidak boleh mengharapkan anak-anak melompat-lompat gembira dan berlari mendakapnya seperti dulu.

Ayah temankan Mak makan. Mak menyuap nasi perlahan-lahan, masih mengharapkan anak-anak Mak akan makan bersama. Setiap hari Mak berharap begitu. Hanya Ayah yang duduk bersama Mak di meja makan setiap malam.

Ayah tahu Mak penat sebab berjalan jauh. Siang tadi Mak pergi ke rumah Mak Uda di kampung seberang untuk mencari rebung. Mak hendak masak rebung masak lemak cili api dengan ikan masin kesukaan anak-anak Mak.

Ayah tanya Mak kenapa Mak tidak telepon suruh anak-anak jemput. Mak jawab, "Saya dah suruh Uda telepon budak-budak ni tadi. Tapi Uda kata semua tak berangkat."

Mak minta Mak Uda telepon anak-anak yang Mak tidak boleh berjalan balik sebab hujan. Lutut Mak akan sakit kalau sejuk. Ada sedikit harapan di hati Mak agar salah seorang anak Mak akan menjemput Mak dengan kereta. Mak teringin kalau Ateh yang datang menjemput Mak dengan kereta barunya. Tidak ada siapa yang datang jemput Mak.

Mak tahu anak-anak mak tidak sedar telepon berbunyi. Mak ingat kata-kata ayah, “Kita tak usah susahkan anak-anak. Selagi kita mampu kita buat saja sendiri apa-apa pun. Mereka ada kehidupan masing-masing. Tak payah sedih-sedih. Maafkan sajalah anak-anak kita. Tak apalah kalau tak merasa menaiki kereta mereka sekarang. Nanti kalau kita mati kita masih ada peluang merasa anak-anak mengangkat kita kat bahu mereka.”

Mak faham buah hati Mak semua sudah besar. Along dan Angah sudah beristeri. Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik masing-masing sudah punya buah hati sendiri yang sudah mengambil tempat Mak di hati anak-anak Mak.

Pada suapan terakhir, setitik air mata Mak jatuh ke pinggan.

Kueh koci masih belum diusik oleh anak-anak Mak.

Beberapa tahun kemudian

Mak Uda tanya Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik, “Mana mak?”.

Hanya Adik yang jawab, “Mak dah tak ada.”

Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik tidak sempat melihat Mak waktu Mak sakit.

Kini Mak sudah berada di sisi Tuhannya bukan di sisi anak-anak Mak lagi.

Dalam isakan tangis, Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik menerpa kubur Mak. Hanya batu nisan yang berdiri terpacak. Batu nisan Mak tidak boleh bersuara. Batu nisan tidak ada tangan macam tangan Mak yang selalu memeluk erat anak-anaknya apabila anak-anak datang menerpa Mak semasa anak-anak Mak kecil dulu.

Mak pergi semasa Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik berada jauh di bandar. Kata Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik mereka tidak dengar handphone berbunyi semasa ayah telepon untuk beritahu mak sakit tenat.

Mak faham, mata dan telinga anak-anak Mak adalah untuk orang lain bukan untuk Mak.

Hati anak-anak Mak bukan milik Mak lagi. Hanya hati Mak yang tidak pernah diberikan kepada sesiapa, hanya untuk anak-anak Mak..

Mak tidak sempat merasa diangkat di atas bahu anak-anak Mak. Hanya bahu ayah yang sempat mengangkat jenazah Mak dalam hujan renyai.

Ayah sedih sebab tiada lagi suara Mak yang akan menjawab soalan Ayah,

"Mana Along?" , "Mana Angah?", "Mana Ateh?", "Mana Alang?", "Mana Kak Cik?" atau "Mana Adik?". Hanya Mak saja yang rajin menjawab soalan ayah itu dan jawapan Mak memang tidak pernah silap. Mak sentiasa yakin dengan jawapannya sebab mak ambil tahu di mana anak-anaknya berada pada setiap waktu dan setiap ketika. Anak-anak Mak sentiasa di hati Mak tetapi hati anak-anak Mak ada orang lain yang mengisinya.

Ayah sedih. Di tepi kubur Mak, Ayah bermonolog sendiri, "Mulai hari ini tidak perlu bertanya lagi kepada Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik , "Mana mak?" "

Kereta merah Ateh bergerak perlahan membawa Ayah pulang. Along, Angah, Alang dan Adik mengikut dari belakang. Hati ayah hancur teringat hajat Mak untuk naik kereta merah Ateh tidak kesampaian. Ayah terbayang kata-kata Mak malam itu, "Cantiknya kereta Ateh, kan Bang? Besok-besok Ateh bawalah kita jalan-jalan kat Kuala Lumpur tu. Saya akan buat kueh koci buat bekal."

"Ayah, ayah....bangun." Suara Ateh memanggil ayah. Ayah pengsan sewaktu turun dari kereta Ateh..

Terketar-ketar ayah bersuara, "Mana Mak?"

Ayah tidak mampu berhenti menanya soalan itu. Sudah 10 tahun Mak pergi namun soalan "Mana Mak?" masih sering keluar dari mulut Ayah sehingga ke akhir usia.

Sebuah cerita pendek buat tatapan anak-anak. Kata orang hidup seorang ibu waktu muda dilambung resah, apabila tua dilambung rasa. Kata Rasulullah saw. ibu 3 kali lebih utama dari ayah. Bayangkanlah berapa kali ibu lebih utama dari isteri, pekerjaan dan anak-anak sebenarnya. Solat sunat pun Allah suruh berhenti apabila ibu memanggil. Berapa kerapkah kita membiarkan deringan telepon panggilan dari ibu tanpa berjawab?

Oct 2, 2011

A Malay translated break up letter. . .

(Tijah ingin memutuskan perhubungan dengan boyfriend Mat Salleh nya. .
Dia tak sanggup bertemu muka, lalu dia pun mengutus surat. Surat tu macam ni bunyinya. . . )

Tijah is a Malay girl who wanted to break up her relationship with her European boyfriend. . She couldn't bring herself to face him, so she decided to send him a letter using the dictionary. This is the letter

Hi, my motive write this letter is to give you know something.
I want to cut connection us. I have to think about this very cook cook.
I know I clap one hand only. Correctly, I have seen you and she together in town with eyes myself. You always ask for apology back back. I don't trust you again!!! You are really crocodile land.
一级A做爰片高清无码My friend speak you play wood three. . Now I know you correct correct play wood three. So I break connection to pull my body from this love triangle. I know this result I pick is very correct, because you love she high from me. So, I break off to go far from here. I don't want you to play play with my liver. I have been crying until no more eye water thinking about you. I don't want banana to fruit two times. . Safe walk. .

Lunch at Tony Roma's

My girls and I caught up with my cousin, and we went for lunch at Tony Roma's in Sunway Pyramid.
The ambience was really beautiful and soothing , and we got a nice view of Sunway Lagoon.
Knowing the portioning was probably huge as per American servings, we opted to share.
We ordered the beef ribs and beef medallions which came smothered with barbeque sauce, brocolli and mash potatoes, half a barbeced roast chicken with fries and coleslaw. And Anne took the opportunity to order the kids meal which was complimentary, fish and chips (which was in a surprisingly large portion and served with a sundae conprising of a vanilla ice cream and crushed oreo biscuits).
The verdict? The meat was all really scrumptious and melt in your mouth soft!!!!! I really loved it, it exceeded my expectations.
一级A做爰片高清无码And yes, the waiting staff was just as good. Thumbs up for the waiting staff. They were really great!!! Energetic, friendly and personal.

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