Let me tell you how Timothy Tiah spends his Sunday mornings.
Sundays are the most relaxing days for me now for two reasons.
1) I can work from home and not head into the office.
2) I don't get too many calls from clients.
So here's what I do on a typical Sunday.
I wake up in the morning, wash up then walk out of my apartment and take in a deep breath of fresh air.
I live right in the middle of KL City so it's only on Sundays where the air feels free of any pollution.
Then I walk towards my car that will be quietly parked in my apartment car park, hop in and turn on my CD Player.
With Michael Buble playing in the background, I shift my gear and take a drive around KL City.
The roads in the city during a Sunday are fantastic.
They're always empty!
I sing away while driving around the empty roads.
"In this crazy life... and through these crazy times, it's you it's you... you make me sing, your every line, your every word, you're my everything."
After I'm done driving past the beautiful Petronas Twin Towers with the sunrising in its backdrop I head a whole different direction to a place in KL where even on Sundays there is a little bit more activity.
Straight for my Sunday morning Bak Kut Teh breakfast.
I have breakfast there with some friends who are more often think it's too early for breakfast and curse and swear at me for dragging them out in the heat.
Like little Samantha here who couldn't keep her eyes open throughout the breakfast.
The food at the Bak Kut Teh breakfast always seems to come in stages.
First, there are the tea cups that you have to wash yourself in hot water.
Then come the tau pok and yau char kuay
And then finally... the BAK KUT TEH ITSELF... a proud Malaysian delicacy.
After my hearty breakfast, I head home and spend the rest of the day watching Las Vegas on TV.
Or on catching up with my reading. I love to read.
And please... that magazine with a naked baby in front of NEWSWEEK ok?
Not Baby porn or something ok (If you even thought that then you are SICK!! SICK I TELL YOU SICK!!!!).
So that's how my usual Sundays are like.
Yesterday however, was not a usual Sunday for me.
A particular friend of mine whom I would refer to here as Rockingdandy thinks that I dress like a cow and he wants to do a "Boss Stewie Makeover" on me so I sacrificed my usual Sunday morning.
Instead of going for a pleasant drive around KL, I found myself here.
Taken to this nice place to get my hair cut because he says my current (now previous) hair looked like shit.
Rockingdandy did all the talking and telling the hair stylist what to do with my hair.
All I did was sit down and sip tea.
45 minutes and one orgasmic hair wash massage later... I became like this.
But even then it wasn't enough for Rockingdandy.
As far as he knows, I still dress like a damn hippie.
So he took my to Pavillion in Starhill and dressed me up.
So this is how Rockingdandy thinks I should look for the rest of the days that I spend on this Earth.
Ladiesss.... what do you think?
Do you think Rockingdandy just made things better or worse for me?