simpangs

back from the simpangs.

funny how a last minute kuku talk cock session can change your mood,
temporarily.

i didnt know wayne and han yang was in the same circle of friends.
and nigel too.
yup.
met all of them together just now.
yang and wayne drove by mine to pick me up.
a lil comotion with the brazilian prick. HEH!
to think he actually disowned his father.
then went to pick another fella, who ended up driving also,
he went to pick whoever else.
blah blah blah.
end of story is,
it was wayne, yang, boy in red, boy in blue, nigel, trevor and sham sitting at syeds
as i whine about how my curry got no meat and the boys' one had.
in the end i had their curry too. heh.
had 2 prata bombs.
was full but hungry, ARGH!
mad stomach, so fat and still greedy.
now you're thinking was i talking about myself or my stomach.
or both? ;)
we had a good chat, brazilian style babeh! HAHAH!!
ad msged halfway. and asked me how i was.
sometimes i think i'm quite comical.

ad: 'how are you?' blah blah blah blah
steph: 'i'm lost in my own world.
ad: ' is your world good to you?'
steph: 'no. i'm like an earthworm in my world. living in shit though i'm supposedly the farmer's bestfriend. '
the rest of it is silly things about the oozing earthworm jim.
just what stupid greedy prata eating girl would think of herself as an earthworm.
stupid steph.
yup, that was about it.

went with sham to buy his shaving cream before cabbing home.
trick me, he say walk home.
ah, i'm home now anyways so.
i'm going to sleep.

i got a few things to do tmr.
am scheduled for work, bad enough that i didnt go today to get som paper work done.
pointless.
yup so, work.
then rizal flying off.
i'm tired.
i need to buy my contact lenses.
prolly meet felix to get the ticket he says hes giving me.
and tmr is the cca awards dateline. havnt gotten quite abit done.
partly coz i dont know if we're eligible, and partly coz i dont know what to write where.
also i dont know how i'm going to meet lawrenze to get it all signed.


and it would have helped lots if something was done about the missed call.
especially after what was said,
i'll say that through the scarsm and staredown that it took me alot to call,
pride on my part maybe, and also i'm still digesting my brainjuice.
to sincerely, professionally want to ask about what was given to me to do.
i don't know, don't give me a reason to prove myself right.













and to this stupid stinking world.
good fucking night.
and when i wake up,
i'll remember nothing of this nightmare.
hate me for my frankness that i've yearned so long to unleash.
im just gobsmacked at how everything turned out the way it is in my life currently.
i just feel so cheated, by myself, the confused child.