No Sex But The City

The sign clearly says do no disturb. And the door was barely closed.

A slight peeked into the opening, revealed a humbling soul with laughters and bubbly cheer. Full of hope and the urge to feel belonged.

We were in our own imaginative boudoir, prepping ourselves for a fun-filled gathering. Night scene glittered even brighter with the presence of our humour and the star sparkles shinier with the presence of each other.

What a night. We met up once again.

We talked, we laughed and we ate. We got inspired with each others' tale. The comfortable feeling from each other, the encouragement - sincerity was what we have gotten out from it.

We walked out, public stunned.

They looked at us for that we were different. Not that we were all totally gay that night. A lady and three refined gentlemen, taking the streets of the colonial heritage with the array of fashions.

Colourful pallete, different styles which matched the personality no doubt suited the picture of a friend gathering themed.

"I looked at the other view, I saw him with his partner, wearing similarly alike."

Thank god, we dressed not the same. As fashion to us is something slightly on a serious note, and we have always like how we interpret it among ourselves.

We love it. Thank you Fashion, and thank besties for being the best of friends.

I heart you all.