I ate some bugs
I ate some grass
I used my hand
To wipe my... tears...

So it has been a while. But what can one expect from a busy week of work involving the common 'waking up late' circumstance that happened to plague me that one wednesday.
Also, the constant song of assignment doing has kept me in its thrall, wooing me with a 30% Internet writing and a 20% editing one.... which I didn't manage to hand til 2 days after the due date. Through no fault of mine of course, work kept me from handing the physical essay in on Friday, and Uni wasn't open on Sunday, which I found out after a brief trudge to the building only to find it well-secured from looters like me.

Anywaes, and it is a fun-filled anywaes, Friday came about and family had gone off... off to Lake Entrace or something like that. 3 hours away and I had the house to myself. Naturally, I had prostitutes come over to give me the so-called 'good time'. Well, that was the plan. Which didn't really happen because they had diseases and died and all. Really sad actually. So I watched some Larc on the big tv but fell asleep on the couch instead. Dinner was leftover pasta and I spent the night playing games and being a general nuisance to online pple.

Saturday after work, popped down to the city where the gang awaited me for some decadance and sin in the form of a simple poker night. Got ourselves some nandos, some booze, a ps2, poker set and the night was set. Was somewhat a riot, with the gaming and the pokering. I won a buck. Won 2 then lost 1. Thus a buck. Wish could have bet more though. $5 per person would have been an interesting endeavour indeed.

Sunday got up late. Like 11++, where I zipped to uni to hand in the assignment yaddayadda, then met Steph for some window shopping and lunch. Strangely enuff, every single place was playing that damned Shakira hit single thing, that hip song which drove me bonkers. Why? Lemme tell u why good pple. Let me, ur kind host summon up an image to haunt you. Picture dear ole Kenneth, with his hands on those famed hips, dancing and swaying just as Shakira does to that obscene tune.
And the song is played everywhere. Drove me nuts.
Nuts. So big.

Wanted to go Meccabah for dinner, but unfortunately, somebody came really late. Like... an hour. Like... kept pple waiting. Wun name names like Shamim and WOW, but yeah, went to Meiji to eat instead. Which was a fine idea, cause the food as usual was good. The aunty was utterly stressed out for she had a couple of new hands on deck. One was them was totally inept. But rather cute in a way. But inept.

Night was for soccer at Peter's place where we got to watch porn and play WOW at the same time. On 2 screens side by side each other. A lethal combi if u ask me. No... dun ask me, u'll just embarress urself.
And I must say... "DIEMUTHERFUCKINGARSENALYOUFLAMINGARSES!!!!!!!!!!!" That done, I will report that Man United had their first lost this season, at Old Trafford, against Arsenal. It aint fair.

Monday involved eating roti prata at Rich Maha in the city. Big prata for... $4. Which is usually $1.20 if u put 3 $0.40 ones together back in Sg. But this is Oz and we pay Oz prices. Had a large dohsai but that was crap. Rest of the time was spent walking around until we caught Nacho Libre, which in my opinion, was a fantastically funny movie regardless what the reviews say. Really a certain kind of humour to appreciate it though. We enjoyed it.

Fingers hurt now. Dun really wanna type no more. Suikoden calls. Oh how it calls. And I have missed my bed. My soft soft bed......