:: Happiness :: The NostrilBloom Syndrome ::
Today I had the best kickboxing class ever. I am
convinced that I have totally burn off the calories from that sinful
macadamia cookie crust that I consumed yesterday as the topping on my 3
scoops of heavenly hazelnut chocolate ice cream. I am very encouraged to proceed burning the ice creams fat next Friday after my weekly visit to Famous Amos.
On top of the successful fat burning endeavor, at
the gym today, I was also infected with the commonly found syndrome called the
Nostrilbloom Syndrome (malay – Sindrom KembangHidung) which I rarely
experience except during the time my mother in law said my spaghetti
sauce tasted damn good (its preego she didn’t know). It recently
happened to my colleague Rena too here when we said she sounded exactly like Inul Gerudi when actually non of
us know how Inul sounds like except maybe Bani caused I saw him
watching her belly danced several times on youtube. But then again he
had the speaker turned off completely. I still wonder why.
Anyway, back to my story, the nice instructor lady
made us introduce ourselves one by one before we started. When it came
to my turn I said my name is Diyana, work a couple of blocks down,
married (and in the attempt to be funny I said) with a baby but
unfortunately my baby is a cat. Mentally I was referring to Azman’s
imaginary cat Si Cemong.
Some laughed, some said they have cats too, another asked if I take the hormone pills to lactate and feed my kitten.
But my instructor dropped her jaw. She
spoke with utter disbelief expressing that I, Puan Diyana Yang cannot
possibly be married because I, Puan Diyana Yang is very comel.
Comel is cute in Malay.
Lalalala!
Though I am truly not very cute but I do get those
kinda compliments from nice sympathetic people around me sometimes when
they want something from me but the fact that she thought that I am a
young girly virgin got my nostril flared pretty good.
She made my day.
Lalalala!
Have a nice weekend.
Pictures at www.diyanazman.com
