What would life really taste like if we couldn't enjoy a few sashimi and maki rolls when the heart craves for a taste of heaven!
A pack of softpack lights in my shirt pocket always takes care of the stress and bad news.
The curiosity every week of wanting to know how Michael screw up things in a new episode is a rare and selfish feeling:)
One reason that forces me to make sure my next destination has gotto have a Wagamama.
My motive in life :)
The reason I smile.