Sunday, September 03, 2006
its sunday.
i hate sundays.my tummy is not letting me off its wrath.
i bet my tummy's
a woman.hell has no fury like a woman's scorne.or whatever that line is supposed to be.
and as predicted ...
she is dead.all over again.
what can i say man.
i can become a fortune teller.any takers ???
lou por zai ,
lei hai pen dou.the
auzzie cousins or some sort are coming down this wed to friday.
i wonder how much have they changed.
haven't seen them for the longest time.
they'd be attending gram's gala dinner on thursday.and i got to dress up.
hell i love dressing up.not to mention.
i want to bring them to mambo.let's see how adventurous they really are.
buah ha ha.
its mambo.
its kaaye.they go together better then rosemary and a lamb shank.
really.
its time to head to my gram's place.
my tummy's aching.my head's not feeling any better.and i am missing her.
is this how sundays supposed to be ???
i hate every bit of it.kaaye\.- yor mui yai fan zong ;
tou oei zoi lei ge san ben.
gei tuk mo.
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