August 1 2011 - Bad start to the first day of Ramadhan. Moslems all over starting their fast, starving food and drink throughout the day.
Me, this could be the start of the first day of my life starved of love and affection from all that I'd ever cared about for the rest of my life.
Strange fight that. All via the miracles of modern technology, the sms. Ended with me having the last word.... "ok. I'll pack my bags and leave". Good luck.
And that is how i'm now in a cheap hotel, with all my worldly possessions in just 1 suitcase.
They say bad luck comes in threes. Went out for dinner and when i got back my suicase with all my clothes were all soaked from the leaking air conditioning.
So whats the third? Probably being propositioned by the smoking hot number in a classic tight cocktail dress in the lobby on the way to dinner. Curves to die for in all the right places, until you notice the curves at "her" throat and crotch area.
Wonder if i can live another day from a suitcase or eat crow and humbly crawl back home. I'll keep you posted.
Bagman signing off.
