Look out for PERVES!

After feeling obligated to informally warn you about 'pervetism', I decided to blog, instead of dozing-off right after driving back home from Fidah's place, not studying, but sleeping on her dining hall floor, stuffed after having 2 bungkus of nasi katok. Not bad, not bad, I usually have four. Not so proud of it, but ya, I am. This morning I had a reality check on how fat I've become. There are many ways ya to identify so called 'fatness factors'. In my case, tonnes emerged as indicators, but I chose to ignore any but this one *remain anonymous* which I FIGURED out this morning, need some chilling to do! So, I decided to cut down on food from today, from 4 to 2 nasi katok, from 4 packs of indomee, to 2 maybe.Oh well, let's see how long that will last, before I start craving for 4 instead of 2.

But I'm not the pervert!

Couple of days ago, after vigorous thrill on finishing up my essay, I decided to blog on it, on which it was posted as 'The End'. To spice things up, I posted it as Al-Khatimah. Unfortunately, being completely illiterate in Arabic language, which I may confuse Ba with BUTT, and Ta with TART. So, to save the embarrassment, I texted the expert.

Texting fidah - click click click click that says

- * Sayang ku... What's The End in Arabic? mwah *

Tutt Send Message.

Apparently, being so champion in texting has its disadvantage, I texted to a slightly wrong number. Couple of hours later I got a text in from that person, very disturbing reply, time was around 6 am, in which most 'healthy men' has something in common in the morning, I called it 'Morning Happiness', . I read it and it says:

Who is the name? :)
You man or woman? :)
You pastii lawa.... :) Oohh...

End text.


Pervert! As a man, I feel violated :S *I was in my pajamas* For a woman, she would feel visually raped, I think.. I don't know, you tell me. All joke asides! It was 6am and that's all he could think of? Does the wife even know? I bet its the morning happiness talking. Kapisan ni bini nya hahaha *wink*. I would have entertained if the text was put in a decent and romantic way hahaha *orgasmic laugh*

BA=Butt NAH!

The moral of the story is...men out there, next time let the big head do the talking, don't let the small head take charge, you might end up texting something that you regret a minute later.

Signing out,


Modern Economist.