Still on the subject of weight and how Azwaj can fit into those seemingly tight jeans, I took out my old pair today. One that I bought on our Langkawi trip five years ago. I know, I know.. it may be too ambitious and I may be disappointed but then again Azwaj did fit into his!
Darn it! I give up.. I may have found my collar bones this morning as I’ve mentioned in my woman blog but those diet pills are sure tempting right about now!
Cheerio…
When I came back from Singapore the other day, I found lots of Azwaj’s jeans on the bed. I thought he was just spring cleaning his wardrobe while I was gone and thought nothing of it. I put it to one side and even forgot to ask or mention it to him.
Then yesterday, I saw a pair of jeans that he has not worn for some time on the bed. Obviously he was planning to wear it for the day. I asked him…
LJ : Darling, can you still fit into that pair? It’s been a while and it looks so small and tight.
A : Oh I’m wearing it for the second time today. I already wore it for My Evo Fest that day and it fits just fine!
“Thud!”
That was the sound of LJ fainting and dropping to the floor.
Oh my… I really need to get the best diet pill available like..NOW!
Cheerio…
Remember this song?
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Hey lady, you lady
cursing at your life
you’re a discontented mother
and a regimented wife
I `ve no doubt
you dream about the things you never do
but I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you
Oh, I’ve been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man
and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me…
Please lady please lady
don’t just walk away
Cause I have this need to tell you
why I’m all alone today
I can see so much of me
still living in your eyes
won’t you share a part
of a weary heart that has lived a million lives
Oh, I’ve been to Niece and the isle of Greece
when I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
and showed them what I’ve got
I’ve been undressed by kings
and I’ve seen some things that a woman ain’t s’pose to see
I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me…
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It’s a lie
a fantasy we created about people and places
as we like them to be
but you know what truth is?
it’s that little baby you’re holding
and it’s that man you fought with this morning
the same one you are gonna make love to tonight
that’s truth that’s love
Sometimes I’ve been to crying for unborn children
that might have made me complete
but I, I took the sweet life
I never knew I’d be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring
the subtle whoring
that costs too much to be free
hey lady I’ve been to paradise
but I’ve never been to me…
I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me…
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Cheerio…
