Lets Go Tesco, Lets Go Tesco..

For the time being, you can call me Jo Sepuloh, instead on d' normal Jo Kontan. Just for the time being laa..


Knaperr ?


Anok kwan ada sepuloh sekarang nie.. Adik Maam gi buat haji, and on every wednesday, Maam'd pick them up and stay here until every Sunday evening. (Talking 'bout haji aside, semoga mereka semuanya mendapat Haji Mabrur.) Dok-ler macam Mokji nie.. (he he wooops..)


Kelmarin aku gi Tesco dengan diaorang semua. Almost all. Sans Dilla. Sans Hanis (5 tahun), anok sedara aku yang kecik sekali tuu. 8 ke-se-muanya. 6 pompuan, 2 jantan.


Orang jantan, including bbudak jantan laa,. nii kalau shopping, hmm, best !.

They see, they buy. They don't shop. Bawak anak dara ni shopping, adoiii. They shop and shop and shop. Belek sana. Tengok tuu. Bau ini. Hidu itu. Feel the texture. Try yang ituh. Try yang ini..In other words, they do shop. And they talked, and yakked, and giggled. Letih kwan..


And tell me, what a Great Daddy, ehem like yours truly, do ? Layan laa.. Bila lagi ?. Karang dah bila dah besar kang, (which is, pejam celik-pejam celik, sikkit ajer masa lagi) , diaorang buat tak tauu ajer dengan bapak diarang karang..


Anyway,


On every Wednesday onwards, after Maghrib, around the Curve and Ikano vicinity, if you see a Mid-Age man with luscious potbelly jelly-like abs , limping around (because of unreceding Gout), with 6 giggling daughters. That may be me, enjoying my time.


Tegor laa aku..

from left - ajim, fathini, hanis, fiqa, dilla, anne, pipa, aliya, giant (?), arip.