Category: What da f***!!

Did I forget to mention I was wearing a face mask?

I’d make a good Health Minister.

Ina, you smiled at me
my heart buzzed like a bee
the way your hips sway that my eyes caught
giving me nothing but a dirty thought
you bend forward and protrude your butt
soon it wouldn’t be my balls into that hole I putt
but alas and alack, things will never go as I plan
for lovely Ina is a full-grown man

Sorry…I didn’t think I’d come home this late…

I just got back. I had two Goodnight Kisses.

I’ll talk about my dinner with Fretty Frincess and the other activities later.

Good night, people. Eh, the security guards at my place actually wished me ‘Good Morning’ just now.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Yeah, I know I promised someone I would sleep early but I also told her that I’ll try to sleep before 6am.

Anyway, I was just going through the YM history of the chat we had just now and found these:

She: mum is sleeping beside me

Me: ah ok…just make sure u don’t call her “honey” and start smooching her

She: hahaha

I better finish this glass of Château Pétrus Merlot before my son wakes up.

Have a nice breakfast, people.

I finally slept at 5.30am after feeling so warm and a bottle of plain water plus one tangerine cookie. I think what finally made me sleep was my meditation through the teachings of the Buddha Bar.

I finally got up at 12.15 when Honey called me up.

“Hi Baby, I’m coming home today. How was your paintball session?”

And I was going “Paintball? What paintball?”

Oh, shoot! I had overslept.

Honey’s arriving today at 6pm but I’ll be in the gym then. We’ll probably have dinner outside unless she wants to do a takeaway.

Oh, it’s 1.23pm. I better rush now for lunch with SuperfluousBabe.

Yeah, I have not seen her since last year – that’s my excuse.

Honey, I read your blog and I am alarmed. You are not seriously considering the job without the postponement are you?”

I was caught off-guard. Sitting alone in our little abode sipping a glass of Château Petrus Merlot while watching the drama in Pakistan unfolding itself on the TV.

I read the SMS thrice, digesting its meaning and quickly thought of a response. Obviously she isn’t happy. I typed away:

“What do you think I should do about it? Would you say no to it and not let me go?”

The response came a few minutes later as the SMS server polls for her number internally before roaming outwards internationally:

“Am I in any position to do so?”

I gave a quick and definite reply:

“Yes!”

Her reply came later:

“Honey, I would only consider seeing someone who is rational with occasional drive of taking calculated risks. You decide, baby.”

Ahhh…how do you argue with women like that?

I’ll never be able to become like Chauncey Gardiner in Jerzy Kosinski’s Being There.

K.Oed in the first round itself.

Gladly.

I was depressed and went shopping again today (well, yesterday since I’m writing this past midnight).

See what depression and fever coupled can do to a person.

Not too bad though…I only spent around RM650 this time on several things.

Someone reminded me about 5 minutes ago to sleep early and not to be another Johan. Johan was my batchmate who passed away in October 2003 because of a massive heart attack. He was 38. Another, Rahman, passed away in June this year of the same reason. Both of them are known to be somewhat insomniac, much like I am, and used to work their asses off. I remember receiving an e-mail from a batchmate who is a GP telling me to get more sleep since I am known to have arrhythmia with the same parting shot: “I don’t want to see another Johan in our batch.” My more famous senior by one year and also was a good friend of mine, the late Hani Mohsin, overworked himself literally to death.

Kimi also sent me a YM message earlier saying I look haggard in the latest photos and looked as if I have not had enough rest and is not well. BINGO!

This is what you do to yourself when you have to hug yourself to sleep night after night.

Thanks for being my minder tonight.

Time for my medicines.