I've never eaten so much. The meal took about three hours, and it looked like we hadn't made a dent in the spread. So essentially we've had one meal today, and after messing around with their home-casino set, we're up in Tishen's room setting up his new tv. By 'we' I mean Weng and Tish. They're rearranging his stereo and subwoofer and all that stuff.
I'm exhausted, I think from eating, and I'd like to think that I've burnt more calories eating than what I've actually eaten. Ha ha. Fat hope. According to Jonathan Ross, you'd have to walk from London to Calais to work off the 'average' Christmas lunch/dinner. With what I managed to get down, I'd have to walk all the way back to KL. I know for sure that my next webcam conversation with my mum's going to start with "Oh my gawwd, you're so fat!", exactly the same way the last one started, which sent Shiv into fits. In my defence, the chubby cheeks are inherited.
No comments:
Post a Comment