Magical Tipsy Toes

Hello all… So the weekend’s over, it’s back to work. well, ladeedah. Did anyone read the funnies in today’s Life newspaper? They were funny… haha. no really! I like reading all these funnies, it cheers up my day and sometimes i wish I was one of the damn cartoon characters. SO, here i am, in jean’s house…lying down, doing nothing very much really… i only had two hours of sleep and I’ve got to go for tuition later and I had a bad day at work. Jean says she’s real tired too coz she did night shift last night, but you know jean, just shut up lah, I only had two hours of freaking sleep… so give me some chocolate and make me happy by telling me that sweets and cheesecake and chocolate croissants ease pms. Not fucking milk. MILK she says. MILK!!! What am i now? A cow? I’m not going to drink milk everyday…. I’ll lose my lovely tan and become pasty like michael jackson. I ain’t no cheesecake man. I’m chocolate cake. So my friends, how are you? One at home, don’t know doing what, probably sleeping after a wild day at ikea.. the other one at work, blending stuff thru the shredder, upset coz my stupid cousin said something to her. How like that? WHY DOES THE SUN GO ON SHINING…..WHHHYYY DOES THE SEA GO TO SHOOOORRE… DON’T THEY KNOW IT’S THE ENNND OF THE WOOORRRLD COZ YOOOUU DON’T LOOOVE ME ANYMOOOORRE… That song just speaks my mind right now you know? It’s like MAGIC and it’s like the songwriter knew that I’d be here today feeling this way, so he wrote it for me. JUST for ME. Okay fine, so I’m delusional, but you know what… I’ve got three important chocolate croissants and right now, people just keep taking them away from me! You know they ask me, “Can I have a bite?” And they go stuffing the whole damn thing into their mouths and leave me with a tiny morsel of croissant which doesn’t even have the chocolate filling in it anymore. So let me be happy with my thoughts of new york, phantom songwriters and jean’s bed and all will be good with the world again tomorrow….Well then, we’ll just have to wait and see again come tomorrow eh.G’Bye you bastard people. Go take the flowers that smell nice outside you damn window and shove them up your hairy arse.

So close your eyes and sleep to dream.
I’m by your side.
No words to speak.
We’ll set our course and make it through.
No matter how far I go my heart remains with you.
And if all else fails you can look up at the sky
Because it’s the same one that shines above you and I.
And if all else fails you can close your eyesAnd I’ll be right beside you.
I’ll be the one by your side.
No matter how far I go
No matter how much this hurtsI wanted you to know,
My heart remains with you

-matchbook romance - if all else fails

BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

just finished sending off emails..so i thought i might as well blog la. cause im in the mood and cause its still in my head and its funny..so here goes..suppose to go for tuition but i really din feel like it and bless my kid’s soul, neither did she want tuition..so we had a mutual agreement..NO tuition. then lav calls and says she can be off work at 5..yay. so she came over to my work place…and since i had decided from 3pm onwards that im just not gonna get any work done, i asked lav to come into my office and pretend she is a student…and we were or rather she was just surfing the net…checking emails..checking out rental apartments for our trip to new york..then dawn says she can come over to my office too…whooppeee…many ppl..then jean calls and says she coming down too..so its all good..bloody fantastic… dubai came over to my office too..that bum..just to take money from me and go aunty’s house all.. so i had 3 “students” in my office, all just eating m&ms and surfing the net…ahhh….a good day it was… lav, you’re a nut la..i keep thinking abt peace..dawn, she needed to pee…so lav goes, “wait, i need to peace”. no, not piss….but PEACE la….and yes you were right…i checked it up myself too…dubai is at where u said it was…i told deb, but she din wanna listen..after all she’s a geog studen….ya right…must be sunil’s doing i tell you…and of course, we were having this debate in the cab..and lav goes..”uncle (taxi man, who is manjan), where is dubai?” and the taxi man goes, “huh? to buy what”??? and that just cracked us up balls..

ok now im tired..i cant go on with this shit…how do ppl type and type..fuck it..im sleepy againthank you lav, dawn, jean for coming down and making my day….love you foxyeh ladies…