I should blog less. Because I whine when I blog. Because it's a turn off for women. Because I'm taking over one of their roles.
I put on a "JANGAN MASUK" sign at the entrance of my room because I don't want anyone to MASUK. I'm morphing into a hardworking monkey, working hard in intervals of jolly clownings. My only window to life is the computer screen.
I realized now that I pay when I blog (internet connection) so I will not post controversial entries that are meant to attract people because believe me, it's tiring. Not being yourself is tiring. Acting is tiring. Like replacing punctured tires. It's tiring.
Putra and Umi turun KL. We had supper at a Gerai. Putra thinks I am a playtool: when I'm around, he'll get away from Umi's scoldings. It is just to show that as my Love grow in his absence, his Love for me only explodes. It grows and explodes. And re-inflates. And Explodes.
My I remind myself my responsibilites so I won't forget them in the near future:
I am responsible for my own sins.
When I get married and have children: I am responsible of my sins, my wife's, my young son or my unmarried daughter.
I am solely responsible for my mother.
Being a Man is Tough.