Clucky

3Willings:
1) Chris Brown - With You
2) Robot Soccer @ PotBlack Northbridge
3) Jenny & Juno (Korean Movie)

I've been talking about kids a lot the past few days.

About parenting and how cute my little nephews have been.

So my girlfriend is scared that I'm getting clucky.

Ohhh man, she couldn't be more wrong.

I'm 300% sure Im not wanting kids.
Not now anyways.

Infact, I've been trying to avoid kids altogether. But the little critters have been stalking me.

Well, stalking might be a bit too harsh, maybe tormenting is a better word.

My sister and her two kids have been staying with us so the two toddlers are running around destroying our house.

And since I'm around the house more often these days I spend quite a bit of time with them.

I've seen Disney's Cars four times this week.

The screaming and the crying and the smelly diapers and the crying and the screaming.

I now have so much respect for sane mothers.
And I understand now why some mothers go insane. Crazy stuff having kids are.

With kids - the only free time you get is when they're asleep. So the earlier you get them to sleep the better.

Problem is, what if they don't want to sleep?

With kids, good luck trying to have a nice meal at a restaurant.
And good luck having stain free shirts, nice furniture, clean walls.

So despite all the wonderful happiness and kodak moments the young little people bring, I'm quite happy living it up with little to no responsibility.

Note to self, don't let babies play with a spoon and alphabet soup.

Comfort eating

I remember reading somewhere that the peak age of a man's body happens around the time they turn 27.

I think the peak of my body occurred sometime when I was 12.

Everything has been downhill since.

Hair loss, getting fatter, nasty itch, knee problems.

*sigh*

Need more comfort food I reckon.

Pancakes with a slab of comfort

Nando's fiesta - because eating for one is lonely. But eating for three is fine.

Calamari rings promise an unending circle of happiness

Bipolar New Year

3 Great news for the new year:
1) Final Fantasy 13 will come with 3 episodes!! YAY!! :P
2) The HD-DVD and Blu-Ray war is almost over!! YAY!
3) I'm heading to Japan in 2008!!

One word to describe my new year - 'bipolar'

It's only been a week into 2008 and I've already had more ups and downs than the stock market on steroids.

First off was New Year's Eve.

New year's eve was fun.

We had Japanese at Halu followed by some big nuts for dessert. Then we got our groove on at Ruby room. It was packed with mostly guys and old-ish people. They made the few eye candies look even better (or maybe that was the beer goggles). We overheard the funniest conversation when we were wandering around.
Girl: "Have you seen my earings?"
Guy: "No! have you seen my d***?! " Hahah. It's so gangsta its funny.

The not so funny ganstas

When we got home, I found out that my uncle had just passed away.

I didn't know if I was nauseated by the ice cream and vodka mixing in my stomach or by the fact that such a close family member had died.

I was sad and drunk and tired and confused all at the same time.

The next morning I woke to the worst chest pain EVER!

My stomach and heart felt like it was being crushed by a vise. At first I didn't want to wake up my girlfriend (coz real men can stand the pain!! Ahu! Ahu!) But then it struck me that I didn't even have the breath to call out to her. I was struggling to breathe and she was there snorring away.

I managed to wake her by pulling on her leg. She found me curled up on the floor.

She was really worried at first (i'd be freaked out too if I found my partner on the floor curled up in pain). Luckily the pain didn't last too much longer. Maybe she has healing hands? who knows?

Apparently I had gastritis.


After that incident I promised myself not to drink so much again....
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Thats a promise lasted about fout nights until I went to Ben's bucks/stag night.

The evil tequila worm! I EAT YOU!

Another promise I broke that night was my no fast food diet new years resolution plan. It couldn't not be helped.

I didn't have a car to run away with and the only food served was KFC.
So two promises broken in one night. Not a good start for the year.

But speaking of promises, I was lucky enough to be a part of good friends' Tony and Kim's marriage proposal.

It was funny because the groom-to-be was shaking. He was so nervous. But he did well (because she said yes).

I think I was shaking for him as well.
Sympathy shakes I call it.

Red was the theme for the proposal, although the ring was put in a pink rose...

Its been an odd first week.
Maybe odd is a better word than bipolar.