About Me Malaysian, Kuala Lumpur, Aries, loves red, hates cockroaches, big money spender, financially broke,
loves the clouds during daylights and the stars when night falls, i don't have anyone special, yet, so email me...(ask me).
I’m out of ciggs and this nicotine withdrawal is really becoming a bitch. Though I’m not yet at the point where my hands shake and/or having extreme headache, I am experiencing anxiety and I get irate easily. And because I don’t have anybody to yell at, I screamed at nobody from the top of my lungs to the open sea.
Yes. I am still somewhere at South China Sea. The waves a bit rough and the wind is not that friendly.
A few weeks back, I saw an able bodied seaman with a beautiful face and breath taking physic.
My first thought was, “Amboi, hensemnye kau!”
My second thought ran over the big bulge in his pants.
And I wonder, with a face like a model and a body like one, why does he opt to work as an AB? Not just him, I have encountered a lot of other ABs on various vessel/boat who can pass off as models. Sometimes with a good lighting and background, I do believe I’m in some kind of photoshoot for Abercrombie & Fitch.
My questions are, do these people know how beautiful they are? And rather than labouring their sweats and earning calluses on their big hands, is not modelling a better alternative to earn a living?
Anyhow, I’m grateful for them being here for providing what seems necessary for a queen like me.
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