the weekend adventure begins. ok im exaggerating. its more of a tired outing than an adventurous one. after a hard day at work (on a freaking saturday), head home to release "some"... NOO!! not the sperm bank... but the loo loo. what were u thinking?! Its time to fetchy wetchy wifey!! excited? of course. missed her damn bloody much.... so mr 'slekeh' here for the first time, puts on some talcum powder on the cheeks! OMG... yeah i did that. i want to give her the pleasant smell when she "smell" me. good enuff she noticed.
so then we head to Changi airport. where there are least suspected of malairens infesting the place. thank god.. they werent. the nice dinner does cost a little but worth every penny. Buuuurpppppppp!!!
Guess where we went later... GEYLANG SERAI!! Yes. That place where the last time i went was a year ago .. and with an important purpose. that was for the witnessing of gilbert's religion conversion. the other time before that i remembered was with some friends from HP. and i saw wifey with her ex. it grossed the shit outta me and cursed that damn M infested place.... and never to return. following years, i only get ibu to buy me baju kurong. cos i will never want to go there again. so the table had turned.... now my ex is gonna be my wife. and there i was going thru that damn place ... with her. its not an easy task to look for a baju kurong after all. wait.. on 2nd thoughts, i think it should be easy for me. but i cant simply take my normal route of life. i have my other half now. i have different priorities in life now. i have an extra heart to care upon. so there we start our expedition. from Joo Chiat to TKC. And there is something i discovered... First Lady DO carry Men Clothings as well. All these while i thought that First Lady should only be having women stuffs. The sight of Geylang is nothing new... at all. Only that i noticed there are lots of budak taiks everywhere. they really do dress up as if they are going to some fashion show. i mean... whats up with dressing up and going thru a sea of sweating people. (the humid is killing me in the meantime.) and the women there... pardon me... are revealing all they could. despite the fact that this is the month of ramadhan. not that im holy or shits like that. but the respect for the holy month was just never there. or shall i say the respect for themselves? anyway, who am i to judge. they live their life and i have mine to cater to.
the objective of operation geylang was not met. we only bought 4 bottles of fruit juice. so do u still want me to explain?
fucking tiring day... im going sneep. see ya next time.
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