Magical Tipsy Toes

So, it’s been a while since I last wrote in here so I thought why the hell not right? I’m a woman with needs, I need to fricking vent too. So how was everybody’s day? Good? Right, now that we’ve heard all about you, let’s talk about me. I was pretty bored at work today, poor colleague of mine having husband problems, on the verge of divorce all. And here I am hearing about the book, The Family Way by Tony Parsons and how cynical and annoying it gets. You see right, Tony Parsons is a bastard man. He builds up your hopes and he makes you think “Just maybe..it’s not so bad. Just MAYBE” Then BAM!!!! The husband is sleeping with another woman. How like that? Cannot know, all this sleeping around sleeping around all. How to trust all these men like that? See lah.

Okay anyway,big drama drama happened just now with jean. We were driving right, and this bastard taxi man had slowed down, but no brake lights on, and jean didn’t notice that he had slowed down, all she was thinking of was to change lanes (that’s what she says) and then BAM! We wham into the taxi. Both of us were okay. My hands swollen though, I’m not sure why, I think maybe I hit it against the dashboard when we suddenly braked. And jean’s neck had a little bit of whiplash. So she might be taking MC tomorrow. And THEN, we had to go back to jean’s place to leave the car there and wait for her dad to come down and survey the damage. Jean’s dad scares the living shit, if it was alive, out of me. Like if it was alive right, it would RUN! RUN I TELL YOU! Right out of my ass. Don’t know why lah, he’s a nice man know, damn slack jack all, damn calm when jean told him about the accident and damn calm when he saw the car, but he’s still scary. Maybe all dad’s have that effect on people. Don’t know. Another mystery of the male species.

See lah, dubai is leaving for india…then my mum’s going also. Now I have to stay at home with the madman. Okay lah, he can be quite nice sometimes. SOMETIMES is the word. I’m going to miss dubai know…she drives me nuts half the time lah, but you know, she’s always there. Like there’s always someone to talk to when I get home. And now she’ll be leaving for two damn weeks. Fourteen days man. FOURTEEN!! Aiyah…maybe I’ll accidentally book a flight to india and accidentally end up there. Note to self, to accidentally call nita and get her to accidentally book ticket for me.
Okay lah, I’ve rambled on long enough. Take care all!

I shall not say “love you” coz there’re weird people reading this blog. So I’ll just say BYE!

Girl you can head north, south, east or west
Which way you go I couldn’t care less
It don’t matter if this is where you wanna be
You can take the couch, you can take the chair
It makes no difference I don’t care
Can’t you see it’s all the same to me

You can put me on some island in the middle of the sea
Or lock me in a prison with no chance of ever being free
Or run a dagger through my heart,
Stand back and watch me bleed
Or baby you can leave it’s all the same to me

Day or night, rain or shine
I’ll be alone still losing my mind
Without you it’s all the same to me

…I could never love someone else
If I can’t have you, you might as well..

Yeah baby if you leave it’s all the same to me
It’s all the same to me

-billy ray-