Tuesday, November 07, 2006 || Lazy, sickly, SHORT update!
I am sick. =/ Sore throat, flu and a tinge of fever.
But I ate pizza, roti tissue, iced leng chee kang, Lychee dessert, and a bigass tuna sandwich today, and I'm totally recovered now. :D Yes yes, I eat like a horse, I know. I put on like at least 3 KG since the holidays!
*slaps self* Okok, must not rant about weight. Must not complain about being fat. Life is good. I am fat.
Anyway, let me tell ya guys how I got sick. Two days ago.
So okay, Jaclyn and I have this favourite kid (HAHA okay that sounded so wrong) whom we think is absolutely adorable. He's only five and he winks at us all the time, whistles, and always goes, like, "Hey pretty ladies ... How are ya?!", with a fake-deep voice and wink.
HOW CUTE IS THAT? He's only five and he's more suave than most twenty year olds I know. :D He is so gonna be a player when he grows up.
Anyway, we met his dad yesterday. The kid pulled us towards him, while squeaking, "Ladiesss ... meet my dad!"
The dad was quite hot.
The cute kid huffs at his dad and goes "Daddyyy, show them MUSCLES!"
The dad wiggles his eyebrows at us and flexes his biceps. "Ladies ... wanna see? *wink*"
Okay, it is pretty obvious where the Cutest Kid on Earth inherited most of his personality. But that is not the point.
THE DAD IS HOT OMGWTFBBQ! He was wearing a long-sleeved BLACK T shirt, and when he flexed his muscles, you could practically see the outline of all his abs and biceps. Six packs ok! Don't play play ah!
Jaclyn and I were both sort of speechless. And after that, we had a series of very heated debates and arguments (I was arguing that a hot body totally beats a cute face, she insisted a cute face is better. I was insisting that we should start going to gym to gain some yummy stomach muscles, she believed that it would be pointless anyway, since we don't wear revealing clothes.)
Anyway, the whole relation to the Yummy Dad story to how I got sick, is because we talked and debated for too long, until it finally rained, and we had to run around like wet gooses to get to a nearby restaurant. =.= Which, by then, I was already half-sick.
"Dude, I'm freaking wet!!", I exclaimed, when we reached the restaurant.
"Same la wtf.", Jaclyn mutters while wiping herself.
"......"
"......"
Me: "You know, if I was *Yummy dad*'s wife, I wouldn't leave the house okay. I'd have to keep on fighting urges, whereever I am, to tear off his clothes and check out that work of art wei!!!"
Jaclyn: "Man ... that is exactly the point."
Me: "Why?"
Jaclyn: "The mum is expecting her fourth kid ...... What do you think?!"
Me: "Oh."
Hahaha, we are a screwed-up duo, indeed.
Totally out of topic:
Insert pathetic, witty, mournful caption with an underlying meaning of "I am fat" here.
Okay, anyway, I went to John's place today to chill out, have lunch, and supposedly watch High School Musical and Bollywood/Hollywood. O_o There were about 10 of us there. Then 9 of us headed to Megamall to chill out, 'cause class was cancelled yo! *laughs in glee*
Anyway, I have gathered a committee for the newsletter already! And had our first so-called meeting! W00t! Even though we haven't done anything yet, you guys know I think you rock. :D
Oh yeah, I was SO close to buying a domain, which would mean that I'd be blogging in wordpress soon ... but the thing is, I couldn't buy a domain, 'coz I can't think of a nice one. Something cool, not-too-cliche, and me ...
FattyLizzy.com? Lizzyism.com? (TOO cliche =( ) Lizfuckingrules.com?!
Man, never mind. Maybe I'm not destined for wordpress hohoho. Gonna go continue my eternal debate with my dad over whose stomach is bigger. *wtf* He still thinks I'm fatter!
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