Sunday, September 20, 2009
there are certain people, that you keep coming back to
Salam Eid,
Just got back from Mom's side and boy, am I bursting at the waistline ? Indeed I am, likewise to everyone else I suppose. That's just one of the simple pleasures of Eid, being able to stuff yourself silly, without the care of the world on the damn figures that would pop up on the scale the next day. Plus, not to dismiss the amount of moolahs you'd make, without even having to get your arse of the couch. Sweet, no ? Sadly though, that only happens once in well, threehundredandsixtyfive days. But then, let's make the best of everything that we have. It took a whole lot more than Mom's usual wake up call to rise me from my deep slumber, she had to scream into my ears and only then did I rise. The prayers seemed to be shorter with each passing years, or perhaps I'm getting more patient. Hah, could be the latter. Went straight to visit Daddy ♥, after two Eids of not being able to do so. The blame is all on my menses. Rushed to Mom's side soon after, followed by the usual exchange of forgiveness. From then on up till now, all I did was stuff myself with the arrays of food and proceeded with collecting the moolahs. Plus, a few hours of sleep in between. So unhealthy, mind you. But like I've mentioned before, I only get to do this annually. Second day of Eid is in a few hours time, more food and moolah for me !
So what should you say when asked about rendang ?
Pure Orgasm.
I yearn for you to be here right now.
Happy Eid Mubarak ♥ 22:02
