Author: Kimberly Low

I’m starving. I haven’t eaten for the past 24 hours. How long can I go? Geecharpjook (congee with random pork organs) is calling me. I wish I had a slave who can tarpao me food, with his own money.

I feel guilty. I slept for 15 hours instead of starting on my assignment. Prior to that, I blog-hopped for half a day. I wish I had a slave who could churn out a slaparse paper for me.

I’m unbelievably bored. I’m too lazy to drive out. Ideally, this slave would drive me around in his Porsche Carrera.

I need some retail therapy. My slave would make a timely stop by La Senza and wait for me with his big bag of RM100 notes (credit cards are for poor people) while I pick every lingerie in the house that had me beguiled since it started operation here.

Most importantly, my slave would never talk. I would, however, allow him to fart as I’m a madam who cares for the wellbeing of her slaves.

Hahahaha. Finally, I’ve gotten a Gmail invite from one of my best friends, Wing. I’m so happy. I feel all giddy. Hahahaha.

kimberly.low@gmail.com

You can spam me. Cause I’ve got 1 gig of space. Hahahahaha.

He and I went out last night. I got to meet his golden retriever. I’ve never liked having pets…..be they dogs, cats, fish, tortoise, anything. Sure, I’ve been occasionally mellowed by the sights of little puppies but the feelings usually pass very quickly. I’ve always felt that about the only purpose they serve is as food.

But she is different. She’s quite big, really well fed. Clean, golden fur. And she’s so docile. She isn’t aggressive. She didn’t do anything stupid like rest her teeth onto my legs or anything along that. The first time we met, she came up to me and I rubber her head. Then I knelt down and hugged her. I must be crazy, I think we connected.

Now I can’t stop thinking about her. Is this normal? I miss her. In fact, I miss her more than him. She’d make a good cuddle when I sleep. Sigh