Thursday, August 02, 2007
on contrary, i really don't like sheeps anymore. bleep exactly for nothing, just like what they are made of. just woolly and nothing more. beneath it all, all skin and bones, a pathetic life to a pathetic self.
so mel i hope that settles your thoughts about the story of the sheep and the pig.
this evening, mr. koh and i worried each other. oh yeah. i got pissed off at him. worried cos' i couldn't reach him. turned out he was busy entertaining some weirdoes from china ok CLIENTs. i hate it when he tells me it's entertainment for business purposes. i hate the fact is that it would be a drink drank drunk nite jus like that. to a stupor all becos of business. that is like the no. 1 drink driving killer ever. he doesn't believe in taxis. or to say the service is sufficiently of a satisfactory level to get him home, safe. period.
and i hate the fact he is bangin on the idea of me getting my license. i am not going to drive his damn car even after getting that damn plastic card. if i break any part of it... i think i have work so damn hard to pay the repair charges in installments. he mite just kill me to make things easier. seriously that option appeals at least to him. would appeal that is....
i should stop being such a prissy princess. mdm doll is calling me one now. just becos i put my foot down about that damn car thing. just bcos you're rich doesn't mean you need 2 cars. hello. there is only 1 of u. my reasoning works no wonders with mr. koh. i am just not impressed with the fact that he can afford it. i cannot afford getting in and out of a car too expensive. it ruins my butt and i have to dress like a refugee to avoid those eyes staring. proud of him and his achievements just not proud enough to flaunt it yet.
for goodness sake, date a young guy ambitious and all but all empty talk and none to be. date an older man who knows how to take care of himself better and fears creep in and lay close like dear old friends. cos' those fears are of what people might say. had this conversation with ling ling at work yesterday. my biggest fear would be the hardest to conquer is the fear of hurtful gossip. i know bounded tags wag harder but i still hate it. ok it would really be bad when friends' tongues go wild on me. i am not saying the BF cos i know they are on my side. and that is why i love them and will be always with them forever and ever till the end of days and nights or whichever comes 1st.
but i really cannot prevent what acquaintances might say. i mean yeah why should i be afraid? like now both of us having to avoid certain damn people cos of all these damn words surfacing. either he is no good or i am no good. heck we are not playing some super heroes u dumb fuck! i am not goin to fly and save the world from some snaggling google eyed funky monster that flies on some machine instead of super power. if i cannot save you from you what makes you think i can save them from whatever?
iz like just bcos he entertains doesn't mean he is an old lewd pervert. just bcos i club doesn't mean i am bad or evil or whatever. i love the ministry but some old acquaintances are making it so damn difficult to go there and stay calm and collected. gosh mr. koh told me what that dumb fuck said i was like... ... excuse me. i do know how to pay ok! and paying for u was just being nice that's all. doesn't mean i pay for you means i wanna sleep wit you. gosh if everytime i pay for someone and i had to sleep with that person, i think i will be accused of child rape, unnatural sex or whatever perversive whatevers! mr. koh may have small eyes but they are pretty sharp.
anyway next trip to the ministry would be jus BF and new found chums. no more old ones. heck to be honest some of those are like old perverts themselves to begin with. i sincerely forgive that pervert for his unkind mouth. may he rot in hell. anyway i do hope the young friends who are now sticking on with this old man do keep their eyes open. age does come with experience. and experienced to con that is a grave mistake to make. anyway some of the young ones are not dumb themselves. except that sheep. chicken is the smart one there. hopefully. i do pray pretty often for my chicken friend. his health. his health yeah i hope. that was what i was really praying for. sometimes i just slipped into this daze and star into space. counting the stars or whatever that comes into my head. nope sheeps are no longer fashionable to count when you couldn't sleep. that would call for the world's greatest insomanic problem. heartbrokenia. hahaha... damn sheeps.
some are just nice like Cavey. unpretentious and all. ok i do not claim to know him well but yeah let me praise him to insult the other sheep i know. this digression makes me feel so much better to bed now.
mr. koh is fast asleep, drank too much and still have to work tomorrow. was supposed to meet me for breakfast today... he couldn't sneak out in time. he will be meeting my colleagues for the damn bbq next friday. Ooo i am excited. they ordered his fav fishballs and i am making teriyaki chicken kebabs for everyone. i am starting work next tuesday right after my KL trip. mr. koh wanna get perfume. i mean he buys them himself. i just ordered miracle. never like that until i smelt it off a guy. a very nasty nasty guy whom i should altogether forget oh well that little fashionable thing he did by dousing himself in women's fragrance is a pretty good marketing gimmick. at least now i appreciate the scent and mr. koh would defintely like it. i wanna get the chanel one which sara sampled it for me. it is wow so me.
ah as long as it pleases mr. koh. it is just like that. when you are really truly in love, you just want to please that person only. the best thing, we are both doing that for each other. he is just about the sweetest pig i know. and i really do not like sheeps. i don't give a damn about what the fengshui book says anymore. at least mr. koh does not do things in a faggoty way like sheeps do. as it is, faggots have got more principles than the wool that sheep has. faggots are works of art at least, that sheep is just plain abnormal. i will not say i hate that sheep just that is just plain untruth but i do not like that sheep that very much anymore. in fact i am working hard to achieve a "huh?" when it comes down to that sheep. sieving him off my mind and brain is tough work but results are visible and my hard work is paying off.
so thank you very much the only sheep i like to have is leg of lamb roasted to a crisp with mint sauce and rosemary herbs.
1:47 AM
Post a Comment