Title: Enjoy the Pr0n, Ladies
The laws of logic and the silent principles of male friendship dictate that if you let your friend take pictures of your naked sexy torso and allow him to keep aforementioned pictures on his phone, he will one day set them loose upon the net and sabotage your career by showing a side of you that you'd rather keep private to your mirror and your, er, nipples.
Well, I've decided to do that early. Without further ado, here's shaaaanie!
What a stud! Anyway, tell me what you think *wink*
So I gave her two tubes and a powdery packet of henna for our anniversary, and today she immediately applied herself to henna-ing her family members and her boyfriend. The boyfriend was very satisfied with the results.
However, being an idiot and a person who refers to himself in the third person, I asked whether I could henna in some of my own designs on my upper forearm - namely a kitten and a ding dong tra la la tally whacker. Both are still carried proudly on my arm as a tribute to my mighty band, The Kittens, and my less-than-mighty trouser trout. Even at home I do not shy from baring my modest purple-headed monster to all who would stare upon it.
The one occasion my man muscle had to retreat was today, when I went to my darling's place, but that, i'm sure you'd agree, was one of necessary. It is a testament to its dimunitive size that a single band-aid could cover it.
In other news, I came very close to death by trawler last week. Or at least I almost got killed by being run over by the hull of a rather large sea-faring vessel. Not only this, I stupidly endangered my girlfriend's life by insisting on rowing far offshore by kayak on stormish waters, which is not something to be proud of. However, we did survive miraculously, thanks to my girlfriend's strong gymnast arms, and a method of double-single-kayak rowing - this involved Fiona lying flat on her belly, and hanging onto a rope at the the back of my kayak for her dear life, while I peddle like a madman simple to avoid being cast out to the mercy of the open sea. Dramatic words, but it was a scary situation, and rare drama in my mostly landbound existence.
That said, though the whole experience has taught me a few lessons about respecting the sea and watching the weather, it hasn't turned me off fooling around in the sea. I still love the water, but now I swear I will use my head when I have my beloved luv luv rowing by my side, so as to not put her into a life-threatening situation at sea.
Due to my flippant nature, the gravity of such situations hardly register. Sadly, I'll most likely just remember it as another anecdote in almost losing my life to random stupid circumstances. This includes the time Wenxiang and I went kayak surfing during a thunder storm back in the old days, standing on our upturned kayaks for god knows what reason. Still, I must be strong!
Talking about being being strong to protect my gorgeous girlfriend, what has she been up to lately? Since she doesn't have a blog and indeed pines for one, I have to be the person to post up pictures of her prettiness and tell the world how drop-dead beautiful she is. Well, she's a model now.. alright, not really, but she modelled for her friend's label, Astriel, if i got that right.
The clothes were really fantastic and so were the models, both her and Ducky. No stylish pictures have reached me yet, but i do have a few poor shots of my delectable darling on my phone, thank goodness. I leave all ye faithful readers and Fiona stalkers with one in the style of a Wong Kar Wai movie.
Of course, there aren't any Fiona stalkers except for that one guy.
...and probably Shaun. Ok, well, here's the pic:
Love you Fiona Darling!
Ooh and I still owe the brothers a full posting of my 21st birthday pictures with running commentary. Well, as soon as I finish the books I borrowed from the Orchard Library, several recommended by my very dear penpal who's keeping me onto really good books despite being in the States and extremely busy with work and generally confusing people relations. Good luck there, you.
Alright, that's absolutely it. Henna, near-death experiences, and a model girlfriend. God I love my life!
