I am Handsome

Hi,

My name is Handsome.. The other day.. Mummy told me that, Uncle Manson nearly got butt fucked by a buncha' fuckin' indian criminals.. Mummy told me, Uncle Manson very sad and scared after that incident, so I thought I would be nice and do something to cheer Uncle Manson up..

So.. with a bit of help from Mummy.. I made a photo blog specially for Uncle Manson..



















This was when I first met Mummy.. of course, that time my Mummy was a different person.. so this Mummy I have now, can consider Mummy II..

Mummy II say I last time very small one.. so small in fact that I can nap comfortably in her lap and can sit my entire ass on her palm.. But now.. I can only fit half my ass on her palm.. and the other half will be spilling over the sides of her hand and through her fingers..













Mummy II told me that when she first met me, I was so cute she couldn't resist 'dognapping' me home for the weekend.. Which I didn't mind at all, because Mummy II gives me lotsa snacks whenever I use my 'super power sucker cuteness' on her, but more of that later..

See my naughty face! I was discovering a bone for the first time.. Didn't amuse me for long though.. cuz I needed to take a piss on the carpet.













Mummy II say that I am fucking 'wai sek'.. Everything she put near my mouth will disappear.. All kinds of rubbish on the floor also disappear.. Once I actually pooped, a plastic piece of garbage.. She say she pengsan..



















My Mummy II say I got killer 'cheh li' eyes.. whatever THAT means.. I guess it must mean that I am handsome/good looking since people named me Handsome..



















This is my signature 'super power sucker cuteness' look.. Don't underestimate it.. because it gets me lotsa snacks.. Always works with my Mummy II and even huge, macho, grown men fall for it.. So, you better watch out Uncle Manson.. cuz you're next.



















It worked... as always..



















That's me.. sleeping.. Mummy II doesn't understand how comfortable sleeping like this is.. Yeah.. I know I am flashing everybody.. but so what? Pee pee oni mah.. as if never seen before..

Mummy II always complain that I snore though.. and well.. I guess I do.. sometimes I snore so loud.. I even wake myself up... (Mummy II says: Yes he does.. he did that this morning... )

Anyhow.. that was then.. when I was still super small... NOW... Mummy II says I'm a fucking fatty.. Due to no fault of my own I must say.. Mummy II keep feeding nice things.. I pai seh to turn down her offers.. Anyway.. my doctor say I am still a growing boy.. can eat more..













Oh.. this is me after a long day of eating, shitting, peeing, eating sumore, terrorizing Mummy II, playing, eating, snacking, shitting, peeing and etc..

Living the life of a pug is tiring ok.. need my beauty sleep..



















Just woke up.. Shit faced.. Enuff said..

Anyway, I am glad that Uncle Manson didn't get butt probed by those fucking indian criminals.. Mummy II says it's ok to call them fucking indian criminals.. because they are bad people.. she calls me fucking naughty too sometimes..

Yaaa... I am naughty... I am bad.. I am Handsome..

So, till then, be careful and be good everybody.

XOXO,
Handsome

Near Death Experience...

First of all..Happy New Year to my most beloved ex-housemates, fcuk buddy & affair partner!!

Its been awhile back now since i last blogged...u know la...busy going through Revolution and Evolution...

Revolution:
From Stone Age to Iron Age...still...no internet..

Evolution:
From "Fatboy" to "Fitboy"...(it is still in progress tho..)

Anyway..what's this blog title has anything to do with my Revolution and Evolution?

It happens somewhere mid December 2007..

I was out with Cherrie and a couple of friends to Bambo9 - some new joint in TTDI Plaza..

It was almost 3 am when i reach home. As i was driving Cherrie's car (no parking permit yet), we have to parked it outside of my apartment. Its around 3 mins walk to the guard house of my apartment. As we get down from our car and start walking, i saw a blue Proton Wira pass us by. I did not suspect anything coz it seems like an ordinary car.

That car made a U-turn (for those who dunno what's a U-Turn, just google it) at about 100 meters in from of us and pass us by again. This time..i noticed 4 motherfucking Indians stare cock at me. Their stares made me feel uncomfortable and so i put on my alert and walk a little faster.

Feeling uncomfortable, i turn around and look again to ensure the car is not what i've suspected.When i turn my head and look, the same car made a U-turn again. This time i know something very wrong is gonna happen and so i told Cherrie (who's a little tipsy..heheh) to walk faster.

True enough, the card sped down towards us and no, it did not crash on us but they stopped in front of us (kinda like blocking our way).

Note: There were 4 mmotherfucking Indians...

When they stopped, the one from the passenger seat (next to the driver) open its door and said "Bang..nak tumpang tanya jalan" = ("bro...can i ask you for some directions?").

When they made their second U-turn and stopped their car in front of us i know that this is not as simple as asking direction furthermore it was 3 am in the morning and so i am ready for the worse to happen - kidnap, rob, sodomy, etc.

My biggest worry was Cherrie as there has been alot of kidnapped cum robbery cum rape cases around.

Before the guy that asked for direction came down, another Indian fuck rush out from the back seat with a iron rod = its those "L" shape iron rod that you use to unscrew those nuts on your tyres.

Anyway, he was coming at us really fast and i have no choice but to asked Cherrie as fast as she can...just run...She did but fell down on the street.

My biggest worry was the guy with the iron rod. I know that if that iron rod got me, its either i'm dead or unconcious. I told myself that i must dodge that iron rod, at least i can still put up a fight should anything worse happened.

As i was dodging, i was cornered by the first Indian guy that asked for directions. It was really scary and of coz i am scared too. The guy was pushing me until i have no room to dodge no more. He threw a punch on my face.

I can tell that the guy with the iron rod was hesitating to used it. But anyway, he was standing in front of Cherrie (who fell on the ground) and he was doing nothing..he didn't take her handbag or kidnapped her...he just stood there with the iron rod.

The moment i got that punch, somehow, i was not scared anymore..somehow..and i was really pissed when i got that blow on my chin. I stood up straight again and i cursed to that fucking Indian with some chinese verbs...He looked surprised, and as i was marching towards him, i tried to punch that fucker but he manage to dodge it. At the same time, Cherrie got up from the ground again and shouted "TOLONG..TOLONG"..(Help..help)..
At the same time again, a big belly malay man came out (with his sarong) and shouted at those indian fucks.

The two fuckers start to back up and ran towards their getaway car and sped off.

There are 3 reasons why they sped off:
1) Someone came out and shouted. Which means that they are being noticed.
2) Amateurs criminals. You can tell by their hesitation, especially that guy with the iron rod.
3) Too long of a time taken to achieve what they wanna do, let it be rob, kidnapped, etc.

With the commotion, some neighbours came down to help us. Since they're gone, so i walk backed to my apartment and the guard asked me what happen.

Those neighbours that came down to lend a helping hand query also. So i told them what happen. These bunch of guys (mixture of singh, indian, chinese) was nice enough to check on me to ensure that i was not slashed or cut or stab or club.

Thank God, nothing happen to Cherrie - just some minor scratch from her fell.

I went to the police station to file a report that very night.

I must say that we were very lucky to have met such amateurs else, i will not be sitting here, smoking my ciggies, sharing my experience, and most of it all, Cherrie is safe with me and always will be.

Maybe an angel was looking after us??..that gave me the strengh to fight back when i got that blow on my chin??..or perhaps the malay guy that shouted WAS the angel??..or perhaps Cherrie's voice of "TOLONG...TOLONG"..scared them???..never know..At the end of it, i just thank god that nothing happen to both of us, especially Cherrie.

So guys, whenever and wherever it is, stay alert always, dun go home so late, should you walk..make it in a group. The place we're in is no longer safe...and i do not want anything to happen to anyone of you guys...

And so here's my near death experience to share.

till my next blog...this is Caveman-in-revolution signing out...

Cherrio..!!..