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Thursday, July 28, 2005

When fellow buaya's have lunch

A few days ago, this conversation took place when I was having lunch with Bear (Malay guy, early 30s, married) and Perut (Punjabi guy, mid-40s, married):

Belacans: Come, today we try this stall.

Bear: Sini kah? Aiyah, panas lar

Perut: Boleh lar, I sudah hungry. can pengsan you know?

Bear: This Perut ah, asyik-asyik pikiak makan aje...

*dush - Perut punches Bear's shoulders*

Belacans: ok, let's order. gua sudah manyak lapar.

*then, a sweet Aminah in baju kurung came to take our orders. I can sense Bear and Perut giving her a "scan". Later...*

Belacans: wah, you two har, manyak buaya lar. *wink wink*

Bear: eh? mana ada? kalau buaya, dapat dah number dia le.

Perut: me? buaya? mana ada? just... how you say?... appreciating the view!

*all: bwahahahaha*

Perut: Bear, cakap. apa you appreciate?

Bear: hehehe, you all know me lar. Saya suka itu breast. hehehe

Belacans: oh ya ke? hehehe, so what's your "expert" opinion?

Bear: i would say... 40D

*Belacans and Perut almost choke on their own saliva*

Perut: oi! Mana ada 40D? You tau ke tak tau ni? expert... keparat hotak engkau lah!

Bear: woi, not so loud lar! *laugh* ok, you cakap skarang. saiz apa?

Perut: hah, tentang subjek ini, saya memang expert. I say 34C. 100% jamin tepat.

Bear: wah, jamin lagi! betul ke ni?

Perut: mestilah. woi, i watch Hindustani shows, tau? we like it big!

*all: bwahahahaha*

Bear: ya ler. you India always get big big one, Melayu medium but kadang-kadang big jugak and.... sorry lar Belacans. I am so sad for you, hehehehe

Belacans: eh? tak payah sad for me ler. got best-best one also. must tengok whole package one.

Perut: hahaha, ini Bear manyak racist! racist, i tell you, racist racist racist!

*all: bwahahahahahahahaha LOL thumping table bwahahahaha*

Lunch hours are the best. One minute you talk about work, then mysteriously linked to sex, then linked to politics, then AP, then cars and then back to sex.....

Bear: Perut, I want to check whether your 100% jamin tepat is tepat.

Perut: *almost chokes on his nasi pattaya* hehehe, jangan lar. nanti malu pulak our cik adik.

Bear: hehehe, takut sial. hehehe. but tell me about bra sizes. i want to learn.

Belacans: huh? unbelievable. you tak tau ke?

Bear: sikit sikit lar.

Belacans: Come, i ajar you this system, sure won't forget one. Itu nombor is the ukurlilit just under the buah dada, dalam inci, and plus 4 inci. Faham?

Bear: oooo, begitu... why add 4 inci?

Belacans: hah, itu I dunno, but you should know about the cup size and that's the ABCD. So let's say our adik Aminah here has an ukurlilit of 30 inci, then add 4 you get 34 inci. Next is the ukurlilit at the tip. Let's say she got 40 inci. Tolak 34 inci from 40 inci you get 6 inci. That 6 inci is the cup size. So our cik Aminah would be err.... 34C lor.

Bear: woi! confusing lar! Got simpler method arr?

Belacans: not confusing. each 2 inci difference is an alphabet size. come, i draw you a table on this tissue paper.... (I wished I had kept that tissue paper and scanned it here... oh well)

A = 2 inci
B = 4
C = 6
D = 8
E = 10

You got that?

Perut: wooo, I see. But so technical, sure forget punya.

Belacans: *hits own forehead* aiyoyo! You all ni engineers or not arrr? Ok ok, I give you my personal system now. *writes on tissue paper again*

A = 2 inci = Airport
B = 4 = Bumpy
C = 6 = Can do
D = 8 = Damn syiok
E = 10 = Ecstasy

and added this

F = 12 = FAKE!

*all: bwahahahahaha*

Belacans says... "life long learning... yeah!"

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UPDATE: Got this comment from andycjw. Thanks bro!

your cup size thing is different from what i learnt, after checking victoria's secret website, mine is the correct one, you should add 5 inches instead of 4 to the measurement below bust, and each 1 inch difference is up one alphabet size, not 2 inch, and it's only until H cup, after H cup, each alphabet increment is then 2 inch, and double alphabet is in between value, so...
A=1", AA=1~2" (if below 1 inch, just forget about it, no need to measure i think)
B=2", BB=2~3"
C=3", CC=3~4"
D=4", DD=5", DDD=6"
E=5", EE=6", EEE=7"
so on... until
H=8", HH=9",
I=10", II=11" get it?

Wahlaueh, so now gotta update my Bra Cup list:

A = Airport
B = Bumpy
C = Can do
D = Damn syiok
E = Ecstasy
F = FAKE! FUIYOUH!
G = GoodnessGraciousMe! (contributed by James of Loopymeals.blogspot.com)
H = Holy balloons! :D :P

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Buaya69 memories: How my toenail died on me

Dear friends,

It's time to rehash some old Buaya69 tales. Why? Coz busy lor, so dig dig my archive for the few saved posts in MS Words lor. Hehehe. Hope you enjoy this as did I when I reread it. Cheerio!
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This really happened but all the names have been changed.

Sometime in the early 1990s. I was in my final semester at a local university. It was about 9pm, the night air was slightly chill with a cool breeze blowing. I was with Kelly, my then GF/squeeze, at her hostel's bicycle/motorcycle shed. We just had a nice romantic fluorescent lit university cafe (canteen) dinner (I bought dinner and drinks, all for a princely sum of RM5) and also a nice romantic motorbike cruise under a moon-lit sky around the university's vast grounds. Sitting on my Yamaha 88 motorcyle at the shed, I could still feel her B cupped breasts pressed against my back and her arms wrapped around my waist. Now she is standing beside me, looking delectable in her tight tee and jeans and wavy black hair, holding my hands, not wanting to let go.

(Ahem, a bit of shakespearish-drama-minggu-ini in the following Buaya69-Kelly conversation):
Buaya69: Go my love, although my heartaches at the sight of you walking away, but do your project paper you must! Else you fail at this term's paper.

Kelly: No my love, although holding hands with you here, the wrath of the pakcik guard we may incur, I care not the consequences! I want to be with you until the morning sun lights up the sky.

Buaya69: Have no fear, the rose of my heart, although tomorrow seems like an eternity, go you must, and finish the project you must! I insist, my love.
Relunctantly, she released my hand, and as she entered her hostel, she gave a longing glance back to me, I waved at her, blew her a kiss. I still sat there on my Yamaha 88, looking at her room's window. The light came on, then I saw her at the window, and she blew me a kiss. I animately caught it with my hand and then drew it to my heart. She smiled. I bid farewell and then kicked started my Yamaha 88 and proceeded to reverse the motorcycle with my legs. (For the priviledged, motorcycles do not have a reverse gear!).

That's when it happened. I felt cold steel brushed against my right foot and then a sharp ant like bite pain (I was wearing the mandatory undergraduate footwear, a japanese slipper). I suddenly realised that I had not raised my motorcycle's stand and I have just injured my right toe! Not wanting to panic Kelly with my injury, I just rode off from her hostel and headed back to my hostel, about 800 metres away.

On the way, I realised that I had to ride slowly because the wind was causing pain to my toe, I dared not look, but knew that my toenail was raised up like a car bonnet, waving in the wind. With every wave, there was a sharp jabbing pain transversing from the toe all the way up my thighs. I stopped beside the road leading to my hostel, looked down and saw the inside flesh of my toe. Blood was filling up the exposed flesh and trickling down to the road. I didn't panic but was mighty mad for failing to raise up the motorcycle stand. What luck. How am I going to date Kelly tomorrow morning till the setting of the sun to the raising of the moon? Just then, a car with three giggling girls screeched stopped beside me.
April (the driver): Hey Buaya69, watcha doing here? Makan already ar? Wanna join us? (Giggles giggles from the rest)

Buaya69: Oooo (sounding cool and mischievious), jump into a car with three luscious ladies? Who wouldn't? (I smiled, despite the pain. Pretty girls sure are a sight for sore and bleeding toes). But I can't (sounding sad). It hurts my heart that I have to turn three of you down. You see, I just hurt my toe and I need to get to the clinic fast.

June: Aiyoh, poor thing. Where? (She leaned out from the back passenger window) Eeekk! There's a lot of blood! (June squirms. That exclaimed scream changed the mood of April, May and June. Now they all had serious concerned looks!)

Buaya69: Eh? Nothing lah, just a little accident. No worries, you all go and makan-lah! I won't die ler. (Sounding cool and macho, but that last remark made them even more worried). I will just ride slowly to the clinic and get myself touched up lor. Baiiiiis!

May: But the clinic is so far! And not even sure whether they are opened now!

April: Ya, I can send you there in my car! Get in now! (wooo, there's something sexy about authoritative girls)

Buaya69: No no, I can't. I will just bloodied your car with all this blood. (Another mistake, now they are REALLY worried, their white ashen faces were just so cute! I am having a bit of fun with this really).

May and June simultaneously: No, get in now! (wooooo, now three authoritative girls!)

Buaya69: OK OK, let me park my motorcycle first, meet me at my hostel's shed (which was only another 200 metres away).
After I parked and locked my bike, I limped toward's April's car, which had followed me. May had just opened the front passenger door and prepared to move to the back seat. As I stood at the car door:
Buaya69: Errr, do you have any newspapers? I am really dripping blood lah. (I can see that June is almost going to barf! The sight of my toenail at 90 degrees standing like a flag pole is not a sight for the squirmish)

April: Yes yes I have. (And she quickly placed some newspapers taken from the boot onto the front passenger floor).
As we drove to the clinic, I was making jokes to lighten up the atmosphere in the car, but I was the only one laughing. I suddenly felt sorry for the girls. They were really, really worried for me. Maybe they were afraid that this handsome Buaya69 will die tonight and they will be deprived of a good looking guy to oggle and tease. hehehe ;)

4 minutes later, we reached the university's clinic, and it was dark all around. It was closed!
"Oh no! It's closed! What are we going to do?", despaired May.

Buaya69: Nevermind, don't worry (I said in a calm almost sing song tone). Look, it's only about 9.30pm, maybe we can go to town (which is 10km away) and catch the clinic before it closes?

April: You are right, let's go now! (Wow! Can this girl drive! It normally takes about 25 minutes from the campus to town, but the road has no streetlights and is flanked by secondary jungle and rubber estates, thus it is very dark indeed. I think April took about 15 minutes tops! woowee!).
At the town:
June: Oh no! The clinic here is closed too! What do we do now? (June almost wanted to cry)
At this point, their despair is really getting to me. My foot actually felt very wet with the blood still trickling down my toe. I was hoping that by now the blood will stop flowing by natural clotting process, but maybe the wound was just a tad bigger than normal, thus needed a little bit more time.
Buaya69: Hey hey hey! Cool it girls. Don't worry, I don't feel much pain at all (liar liar bloodied toe on fire). The Lord is with us, right? (April, May and June were my fellow Christian Fellowship (CF) members at the university). April, if you don’t mind, let's just drive to the next town, maybe there's a 24 hour clinic there, or even a sundry shop? I probably just needed some iodine and bandage for the night, tomorrow morning I will go to the clinic, OK?
Funny, here I was the Mr Handsomely Wounded, but instead of being pampered over, I had to calm my 3 sweet girlfriends in the car. Ceh!
Buaya69: The next town is about 30 minutes away, let's pray He provides us a way out.

May: You are right, let's put our trust in the Lord. He will show us a way (said a much calmer May, and it appears to have calmed April and June too) Let's pray… Dear Lord, I pray that etc etc…. (they were so sweet! If I could only hug and kiss all of them then!)
So off we drove to the next town, and again, I cracked more jokes and funny thoughts and of course, started to Buaya all three of them! The atmosphere was much cheerful now and I "kena bambu" from them. For a time, they seemed to have forgotten about my bloodied toe, and were just having fun teasing their handsome senior. Hehehe ;)

At the next town:
April: Oh dear, it looks like every shop is closed, even that clinic is closed!

Buaya69: Wait, I see that the Pharmacy is still opened. Go there quick! They are starting to close the shutters!
We rushed there just in time.
April: Excuse me, could you please help my friend? His toe is seriously injured!

Lady pharmacist: But we are closing already (Yikes! Didn't she hear April? Duh?)

Buaya69: It's OK miss, but could I just buy something to stop my bleeding?

Lady pharmacist: (She looked down at my toe) Errrhhh! (a shocked expression - pause) You need to see a doctor! (Double duh?)

June: We would have but they are all clooossseddd? (hahaha! June was beginning to be exasperated with this pharmacist)

Lady pharmacist: I can't help you, sorry, I am not qualified to administer anything (come to think of it, she appeared a bit pale after looking at my still bloody dripping toe. Maybe she can't stand the sight of blood?)

Buaya69: It's OK miss, I just need some swabs, bandage and iodine to treat the wound. I will get treatment from a clinic tomorrow. Please?
At this, she opened the half closed shutters and ushered us in. For security reasons, she closed the shutters behind us. I limped over to a chair while she went looking for the items I needed. I could see my blood dripping onto the white tiled floor. Under the fluorescent light, April, May and June can now see my wound clearly. I think June is going to barf!
Buaya69: Turn away ladies! Don't stare at my toe please! That's not the handsomest part on this body. Look here! (I pointed at my face. This really cracked them up and May pinched my arm - ouch!)

Lady pharmacist: OK, I have here a bottle of iodine, and some bandage. Let's take a look at that toe shall we? (Wow! Now she's like someone from ER! Cool, I like her, but flat lah)

Buaya69: Ouch! (She touched my toenail! The pain was almost unbearable)

Lady pharmacist: We have to cut your toenail, after that bandage it.

I nodded. My 3 angels have eager and curious looks on their faces now. The pharmacist proceeded to cut my toenail with a scissors... delicately and slowly. Wahlaueh! Pain like shit! (cut cut cut) Quick, do it quickly! Pain pain pain! FUCK!

Lady Pharmacist: Painful?

Buaya69: Ermm, no. It's OK.... I can handle it (macho fella, not the slightest tone of pain in that reply. Fuiyouh! I can really pretend to be macho. My 3 angels looked impressed).

Lady pharmacist: There done (Phew!). Now just let me clean this up with iodine and bandage it. Girls, this is really going to hurt your friend here. Could two of you restrain him?
April and May came and stood beside me and clutched my arms. I was beginning to dread the next phase.... Iodine! Pure purple colour iodine! Boohoohoo! I was crying inside now!
Buaya69: Ah come come, stand beside handsome Buaya69 like James Bond girls (shit! I was still joking away, probably the only way I knew how to lessen my own fears)

Lady Pharmacist: OK girls, hold him tight. (June looked away! And I saw the pharmacist's iodine swab getting closer and closer to the wound. Bam! Shit! Farking shit! The stinging pain just zoomed with lightning speed to my brain, screaming Fucking Painful! Damn it! Arrrrgggghhhh!)
Instead of April and May restraining me, my hands became free due to the shocking pain and I suddenly grabbed them instead! My left hand grabbed April's shoulders as she was kneeling beside me while my right hand grabbed May's bottom! Wooo, nice fleshy bouncy bottom... but I wasn't really enjoying it at that time. I didn't scream like a raging bull having orgasm either... I just gritted my teeth and gave a nice grin of pain.
Lady pharmacist: Hang in there, just a little bit more… (clean clean clean pain pain pain). There! Done!
I released my grip on both April and (relunctantly) May's bouncy bottom (yummy!). A feeling of relieve came over me, but I could still feel the sting from the iodine. My toe now has a really hot burning sensation. May looked worried, and stroked my hair. Nice... April placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it trying to reassure me. I would have a hard-on if not for the damn pain. Bloody wasted opportunity!

Well, to end a long story, the pharmacist bandaged my toe and June insisted on paying for the iodine and bandages. My toe is now one big purple coloured bandage as it too was soaked in iodine. We went back to the car and threw away the bloodied newspapers at the nearest rubbish bin.

The almost 45 minutes drive back to campus seemed like mere minutes as my mind was quite numbed by the pain. The girls tried to cheer me up and said how strong I was and how cheerful I was in trying to reassure them and that they were so impressed with me, *kembang kembang*. Hehehe, no gory no glory eh?

Back at my hostel, I thanked April, May and June profusely, saying things like "I don't know what would happen if they didn't chance upon me" and mushy mushy stuff like that. Of course, they were very sweet girls and the next few days they came to see me every now and then to make sure that I was OK. We bid each other goodnight and off I went to sleep.

Next day....

To my dismay, the wound did not dry-up the next morning and I could see some pus forming when I opened the bandage. Ewwww! I had to pour iodine unto the wound as antiseptic, and I was beginning to get used to the pain, call me masochistic if you want. I proceeded to the clinic that afternoon and guess what? I got scolded by the Pakistani lady doctor! She screamed that "I should have seen the emergency number and called her!" Shit! It was bloody dark and no one had handphones then (the cheapest was RM4,000 during that era). I didn't care a hoot about what she lectured, I just wanted her to treat my stupid wounded purple coloured toe.

The doctor said that the purple iodine was not appropriate and that my wound will not dry so soon. She gave me a bottle of yellow flavin (i think that's what you call yellow iodine) and some bandages, and asked that I keep the toe dry. Quite a difficult task really - had to shower with my foot in a plastic bag. My toe only dried about 5 days later. Shit... flavin every morning and night for the whole month. Fuh! I was really becoming masochistic!

And Kelly? My sweet sweet Kelly? Let's just say that I got "markah kesian penuh" and I exploited that to the fullest! She delivered hot piping porridge to my hostel every evening for about a week, making all the other hostel guys jealous. Heheheh, a wounded Buaya is a dangerous Buaya indeed. Muahahahar!

Thanks for reading my longest idiotic Buaya69 post yet. Bleh! ;)

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Slimming ads for new mommies?

Short post again.

I read the newspapers pretty fast. I merely scan the headlines and move on. For the past few months, the ads that really caught my eyes are the slimming ads. What to do? I am bestowed with buaya eyes mar, hehehe.

For the past month I have seen many slimming ads for new mothers. Initially I didn't think much about them but recently I have been quite disturbed. I mean, why pressure the mummies to slim down? During the first 6 months, their focus should be on their newborns and breastfeeding them. If you are breastfeeding and going on a slimming course with diet lagi, common sense tells me that you may not have enough nutrients for your baby. Ok ok, granted that these mummies may feed their baby commercial baby milk formulas, but breastfeeding is still best for your baby. Not Belacan, but doctors say so.

Anyway, breastfeeding is a natural way to loose those preggy weight also mar (ahem, Mrs B is a prime example), so let nature take its course. If after breastfeeding, and your weight is on the unhealthy side, then diet and exercise lor. Slimming agencies should be a last resort. Think of the $$ you can save for the baby's education (or insurance) fund.

But then hor, I ask are we buaya's the root cause for this slimming pressure for new mommies? Did their hubby's force them to loose weight? Did their hubbies love them less for looking more kembang than before they got married? Personally, I was a bit concerned when Mrs B lost weight fairly quickly after giving birth to SueAnne. I thought she was dieting or something but it turned out to be from breastfeeding.

So my fellow buaya hubbies, if you wanna the wife of your youth to look fab again, and with increased bra cup size *cough cough*, do encourage your wifey to breastfeed the baby. You can facilitate by cleaning and sterilising the breastpump and baby bottles, and most of all, be an understanding buaya hubby.

Whoa! Times up, back to the grind.

Belacan says... "suck baby suck!"

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Suzanne, the Romeo magnet

Time: Last night
Place: At our favourite 24 hour clinic located somewhere in Andreas' home turf...

All the ladies in the Belacan family are down with something. Suzanne is recovering from measles, baby SueAnne is irritated with phlegm and Mrs B has a recurrent sinus attack due to sleepless nights. Me? I will take a rain cheque because there's no one around to manja me, hehehe!

Anyway, today's post is about Suzanne, my 5 year old girl. At the clinic, there was another family with a 4-5 year old boy who is about 4 inches shorter than Suzanne. As usual, Suzanne will head for the kids slide whenever we visit that clinic. Seeing Suzanne, the boy, whom we shall now call as Romeo, for the sake of identification (sic!), went to the slide too. And they played together under the watchful eyes of both families.

I noticed that the boy, Romeo, was forever trying to get Suzanne into a conversation but my girl kept quiet the whole time. She just focused on climbing the steps and sliding down. Romeo never gave up. He would follow Suzanne up the steps and then slide down too.

After a while, I think Suzanne got bored and came back for manja-ing from her Belacan daddy. Romeo followed her and said, rather gruffly with gesturing hands, "Come!". Suzanne just stared at him blankly. "Come!", said Romeo again with a slightly louder voice. At that point, Romeo's mother called him back and reprimanded him for disturbing Suzanne.

Shortly, we took our medication and left. Seeing Suzanne leaving, Romeo quickly ran out of the clinic and followed Suzanne! I can hear his mom shouting to him to go back! hahahaha! About 12 feet away from the clinic's door, I asked Suzanne to wave Romeo goodbye but she didn't want to. Just then Romeo stopped in his tracks and looked at me. Mischievously, I gave him the Stare-of-Death for 1 second. Our young Romeo immediately ran back into the clinic, muahahahahar!

Since I am a subject-matter-expert, I am thinking of writing a book, "How to Manage Buayas for Pre-teen Girls". Should be a best-seller among parents with girls, eh?

Belacan says... "Chapter 1: Buayas like to be lovingly whipped! Muahahahahar!"

Friday, June 03, 2005

Ladies, treat your man like a...

Ok, ok, this is an old post from my previous blog. Next week i will be very very busy, so no time to blog blog. If I am not mistaken, this was posted on 22 Feb 2005. So here goes... ;)

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It's really funny what insights I have when talking one-on-one with someone over cendol.

As I was happily slurping away the gula melaka flavoured melted ice with green strands of jelly and some red beans, my very-attractive and single friend mentioned that a close buddy of hers said that she was too relax and easy going with all her ex-bf's. That was when, with green jelly stucked in between my teeth, I blurted out that:

"Ladies should treat their man like their pet dog"

Guys, kill me before I reveal more secrets!

Anyway, for the benefit of my very-attractive and single friend, here are my mangled half-baked thoughts on relationship management for ladies.

#1: Leash your man appropriately
Men, like dogs, like to get out of the house and roam the neighbourhood
- barking and insinuating at other male dogs (hey! i'm out here and you're in there, muahahahar!)
- chasing pussies (come here meow!), and
- sniffing other bitches you-know-where.
- If it's territorial, he might even pee to mark "Iwuzhere".

Accept it. You can't keep a good dog home all the time. You got to let him out (see my fellow buaya's? I am helping out here) but of course, you don't want your dog to mix with other bitches and chase pussies all over the place, right? What a nuisance. So what do you do as the responsible "dog owner"?

Well, you will take your dog for walks but put him on a leash, of course. Now, the tricky part is how long is the leash gonna be and when to yank back hard on that naughty fella. Too long a leash and he gets out of sight and too short a leash, he may turn on you and bite bite. Bad dog bad dog. Hence you have to leash him appropriately. Of course, if it's a walk into pussy country, you would want to keep a tighter and shorter leash on your guy, I mean dog. You know lar, when dogs see pussies they go hyper and wanna chase them. arf arf arf! awoooo! dogs....

So likewise, you wanna "leash" your man but not overly leashed until the poor guy suffocates lar. One day he may just turn on you and cabut lari to join a pack of sex-crazed pack of old dogs and bitches, going "awoooo" in the middle of the night.

Possible side-effects of an over-leashed dog
On a serious note, I know of a few couples where the wife is super-queen control. Anywhere the husband wants to go, he's got to ask for queen permission first. For example, it's a harmless reunion dinner with high school buddies and that got turned down in a loud "NO!" in front of everyone. For goodness sakes! A discreet "no" will suffice. Why show your queen power? "Jatuh air muka" hubby only in front of his close friends and that's bad.

Why bad? Over the years, because the buddies didn't want to spoil their marriage, he may get left out from his friends activities. Over the years, he gets more lonely, more henpecked and feels lesser of a man, turning more and more into a tikus. If he is handsome and quite well-off, another bitch may just come and let him smell her, and if he's addicted - adios queen and children. Sad isn't it? And the real casualty of war is always the innocent children.

Remember, "leash training can never replace a bond of trust that can only come from treating your pet fairly". Quoted from 101-dog-training-tips.com
Important note: I ask permission from Mrs.B too but the difference is that she knows what's ok and what's not ok, and we ask each other "permission" out of love rather than fear. It's good to let your significant other know where you are.
Leash as a communicating tool
Dog trainers use the leash and collar as a tool to train and correct the dog on certain behaviours. Certain dogs are very motivated to disobey, hence you will need to communicate more with your dog but becareful not to nag nag nag the dog until it's totally ineffective.

Yup, we have come into the communication thingy again. In any marriage counselling sessions, the first thing they will assess is your level of communication. We can't escape it - we are only human when we communicate.
The first thing obedience training does is to create a common language for you and your dog. This, in turn, lets your dog know the proper response (behavior) that you expect in place of socially maladaptive behavior. The obedience trained dog can respond properly to your commands, instead of neurotically trying to please and becoming ever more anxious with your displeasure. Source
See? Even pet dog training has communication thrown in, what more husbands and wives?

#2: Pat on the head and stroke the chin
It was interesting to read that reward training, usually involving food, is the only way to train some complex behaviours like teaching your dog to skateboard! Once the dog has completed a certain trick or behaviour, it is rewarded with food or "good boy" or a pat on the head or stroking of the chin.

Now what can you ladies learn from here? Are you annoyed that your hubby throws his smelly socks and underwear just anywhere except the laundry basket? Are you annoyed that your hubby wakes up late every morning (now who's this guy - buaya69 looking innocent)? Are you annoyed that he doesn't help out in the house? Are you annoyed that he works later and later into the night and weekends? etc etc etc.

Well, keep an eye and ear open for opportunities to use the reward training method. As rewards, food and sex comes to mind... So please go enrol yourself into the super-cook classes and get yourself that hot-gucci-mama lingerie and keep doing those pelvic exercises ;) ;) ;)

#3: Stay relaxed so you don't upset your dog
Source: Do's and Don'ts for the obedience ring - Chery May

Yup, us men/dogs are easily upset by growling, snapping, nag nag nag, barking, kicking, plate-throwing, women of our lives. We would cower snivelling in a dark corner, and amidst all the hullabaloo, still non-comprehendo what-the-fark is the mistress ranting about. You see, dogs have limited power of vocabulary. They understand actions more than words, hence have no farking idea what you are ranting about. If your doggy misbehaves, take a deep deep breathe, let out a long long sigh, and then yank that fella's leash but never ever suffocate that poor naughty fella lar. After all, you women are more used at grabbing balls than us men. hehehe

Translation:
Jatuh air muka - Malay saying for "lost of face"

Buaya69.... awooooo! awoooo!