Last week today, I was 8kgs heavier than I am today. some time during last week, my pants fell off in the middle of the pasaq malam. Now, when wearing my favorite black 3 1/4 pants, I'll remember to wear my belt. being thin is a risky business indeed. This salary, I'll need to buy more pants in smaller size. More money to spend.
Last week today, me and my baby at home, doing nothing but things that we both like to do (NOT THAT!). We watched movies, back to back (movies haaa... One after another)... Today, my baby talks to me using short short sentences. That or nodding or shaking head. When I say short, I mean like "Yes", "No", "Dunwan!", "Dont Touch!"...
At least my baby talks back.
Yesterday, to celebrate the last day of the first part of my dieting, I picked-up Ms. Mirinda and we went to a vegetarian restaurant. We ordered mock mutton curry rendang and sweet and sour mock-chicken. Then I drove her to LISRAM (Langkawi International Shooting Range, dono what the M stands for doh).
Then we went to Lubuk Semilang, on the way there, we heard Ms. Sufina on the radio, she asked "If you know what is love, call me..."
When she played a song, I called her... Saying "Love is something brown and stinky".
Ms. Sufina being Ms. Sufina, a lil bit on the blurry side asked back "What's that?" to which I answered "Brown and stinky- Shit!"
I dont mean that. Love is... When everything goes well, dark brown and sweet. Like chocolate pralines.
When everything fooked up, then it turns brown and stinky. Like shit.
But then again, after you eat chocolate, after some time, even the brown and sweet thing can be brown and stinky.
It comes naturally.
I think too much.
Anyway, between my babys' penyakit bisu and a cold shoulder, there, somewhere, a very confused me.
Here's some pix of super-hot (almost) 30 year old guy. Muahaha, I know the last sentence sounds very gay but what the hell, this years' motto - My car, my dick, my life, my business, remember? And there's nothing wrong for a guy to compliment himself. One cannot be gay with oneself right?
Last week today, me and my baby at home, doing nothing but things that we both like to do (NOT THAT!). We watched movies, back to back (movies haaa... One after another)... Today, my baby talks to me using short short sentences. That or nodding or shaking head. When I say short, I mean like "Yes", "No", "Dunwan!", "Dont Touch!"...
At least my baby talks back.
Yesterday, to celebrate the last day of the first part of my dieting, I picked-up Ms. Mirinda and we went to a vegetarian restaurant. We ordered mock mutton curry rendang and sweet and sour mock-chicken. Then I drove her to LISRAM (Langkawi International Shooting Range, dono what the M stands for doh).
Then we went to Lubuk Semilang, on the way there, we heard Ms. Sufina on the radio, she asked "If you know what is love, call me..."
When she played a song, I called her... Saying "Love is something brown and stinky".
Ms. Sufina being Ms. Sufina, a lil bit on the blurry side asked back "What's that?" to which I answered "Brown and stinky- Shit!"
I dont mean that. Love is... When everything goes well, dark brown and sweet. Like chocolate pralines.
When everything fooked up, then it turns brown and stinky. Like shit.
But then again, after you eat chocolate, after some time, even the brown and sweet thing can be brown and stinky.
It comes naturally.
I think too much.
Anyway, between my babys' penyakit bisu and a cold shoulder, there, somewhere, a very confused me.
Here's some pix of super-hot (almost) 30 year old guy. Muahaha, I know the last sentence sounds very gay but what the hell, this years' motto - My car, my dick, my life, my business, remember? And there's nothing wrong for a guy to compliment himself. One cannot be gay with oneself right?
A pix of meself just before I hang up my baju to dry, very lelaki, suami dan dot dot, I know. But what to do, my eyes a bit sensitive in the morning.
Another one. Note the mischievous smile. Actually it feels so stupid to pose for the camera. Tak mandi lagi, berus gigi pun idak. Sorta kinda blurry becos no coffee for almost a week. Takmo minum neskopi sebab takut nanti seksa wooo bila mo start second session of tummy boot camp diet. Comel kan?
Doktor Sheikh Muzaffar Shukor wont dare posing for camera like this. He'll never look as good if he hadn't had his shower or wash his face in the morning... Hehehe....
Waaa... the name tag so beso gedabak one lah!
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