.:. under my skin .:.
i feel a migraine coming on.
weird. cos i didn’t do much of any thinking today. haha.
more like loads of tv-watching.
i am now at home, with the man, who’s cursing at liverpool for a crappy fight/defense for their reputation. hahha.
spent most of today’s rainy saturday at home. watching tv, dozing off, watching “The Biggest Loser”, which i absolutely love. and then we headed to mr teh tarik for tapau dinner, and then cruised over to sheng siong for tidbits..
i actually get excited exploring sheng siong. rabak abis. lol.
whatever the plans were for today, they had to be DONE by 8.40pm, cos the man die die must go home and watch the match. shitzach abis.
and by home, i mean my home, not his.
he spends most of the time here anyways. mostly 80% of the time. he comes home after work to my house, have dinner here, prays, sleeps and then goes home to sleep somemore. come to think of it, he only goes home to sleep. then weekends, he’s right here again. hahahah.
he knows which switch turns which light/appliance/fan on. heh. maybe it has a lot to do with the fact that he repairs them. hahahhahaha.
and i have come to realise that i get my way whenever he’s engrossed watching liverpool matches. he is that devouted a fan. i swear. like next month, i’m getting a pair of GUCCI shades, cos he said yes to my request. hahah. well, we all know he wasn’t really listening to what i was saying when he did say yes, but hey, who really cares.
lol.
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i have AIBI freaks at home.
from my dad to my mom to the bf. my God. i give up. by the way, i converted my dad into a “Biggest Loser” fan. hahhahahah.
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you know how when they say “Men On” when they play soccer?
indicating that there’s an opposing player behind them.
well, when i first heard him say that during a game, where he and his buddies were playing, i went, “huh? sape sak menon?”.
hahah. cos i knew all his friends, and none of them has such an old-school name.
i know.
bodoh kan. haha.
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pictures from the soccer match the other day.
