Porn Greets The Morning!

First thing first.

To the anonymous twit who sent me a porn video via e-mail, I have this to say: "Thanks for the initiative but I already knew 'what to do' long before you were born (am assuming this must be from some young punk lah).

Don't think I need lessons in kamasutra at this age. You want me to sprain my back, slip a disc, or pull a tendon, or what? If you think I have come this far without knowing what kamasutra is, you are so wrong, my friend. I already 'khatam' the book from cover to cover three decades ago, hokay?

Now that I've got that one out of my spleen, it's back to "business as usual", he he he. Aiyoh, terduduk mak aji sekejap!

As you can see, I greeted today with much enthusiasm; the tummy ache/migraine is history. Alhamdulillah. Went down for a quick chow before taking a much needed walk, just ambling around sans purpose.

Anyway, with me tudung and all, I felt like a piece of curio in an antique showroom amidst all the half-clad orang putih (Caucasian) tourists I passed by on my walkabout.

Strangely enough, a large number of the 'orang putih' who lodge at this hotel we are in, are older than Methuselah. Must be some kind of a special tour for senior citizens. So we are in the right company.

Bought three books from Times; The Appeal (John Grisham), Duma (Stephen King) and The Careful Compliments (Alexander McCall Smith), three for the price of two (total SD34). Good bargain, huh.

Excuse me now while I slip under the duvet to start on the first book...Aaaahh! This is the life!