Mundane Monday
Today is a horrible Mundane Monday. I mean, Mondays are technically the worst thing that could exist in this world, but this one takes the cake.
Last night Rijal found his way through the flood that covered his whole home to drag me out of my ebb of misery. Talking about the flood, I am glad to know that my brother's house is not affected. I bet he is gloating with the fact that he lives up high in the hill. Mum called all the way from Sydney. Probably one of my nosy aunties told her, because Mum could not care less about the news.
Anyway I was drowning myself in beer and episodes of Project Runway. I didn't feel like going anywhere or doing anything. Rijal thumped and banged the front door so loud I had to open the door for fear of people thinking we're in the middle of the lover's spat. We went to the nearest jing bar within a walking distance. Yeah right. It took us 15 huffing puffing minutes to reach the Curve. I drank to my misery. Rijal watched me in wonder. He got angry after a while. He told me to stop it. Originally I was the girl that loved sympathy and attention, but right now I do not need him to tell me to MOVE ON because I feel like my heart's glued on the floor. Like concrete. I wish my heart's made of stone.
We ended up staying until 1 and then Rijal decided he wanted to play some snooker. I knew he was trying to cheer me up and doing a crap job at it. Seriously, I do not know what I want. But I said okay anyway, what else could I do? His girlfriend is in Bangkok covering the 50 cent concert. I think I asked her for some snazzy souvenir.
At home around 3 I cried on my bed and rummaged through my phone book, dying to talk to someone. In the end I called Rudy, and listened to him telling me about his new home and blablabalbal. He said I should come soon. Okay. I told him about MR CG (his name's azlan if you have to know so much) Rudy said that's too bad, he thought Mr CG's a nice dude. He said Misk saw him somewhere in the city. That means he's back and probably fucking that stupid young bitch. God I am bitter.
I slept at 5 yesterday and I woke up at 7. Hahahahahahha. Damnit. Tonight I'm meeting Rudy. Probably if I'm drunk enough I'll give him something he won't forget. He always have the hots for me. Whatever.
Last night Rijal found his way through the flood that covered his whole home to drag me out of my ebb of misery. Talking about the flood, I am glad to know that my brother's house is not affected. I bet he is gloating with the fact that he lives up high in the hill. Mum called all the way from Sydney. Probably one of my nosy aunties told her, because Mum could not care less about the news.
Anyway I was drowning myself in beer and episodes of Project Runway. I didn't feel like going anywhere or doing anything. Rijal thumped and banged the front door so loud I had to open the door for fear of people thinking we're in the middle of the lover's spat. We went to the nearest jing bar within a walking distance. Yeah right. It took us 15 huffing puffing minutes to reach the Curve. I drank to my misery. Rijal watched me in wonder. He got angry after a while. He told me to stop it. Originally I was the girl that loved sympathy and attention, but right now I do not need him to tell me to MOVE ON because I feel like my heart's glued on the floor. Like concrete. I wish my heart's made of stone.
We ended up staying until 1 and then Rijal decided he wanted to play some snooker. I knew he was trying to cheer me up and doing a crap job at it. Seriously, I do not know what I want. But I said okay anyway, what else could I do? His girlfriend is in Bangkok covering the 50 cent concert. I think I asked her for some snazzy souvenir.
At home around 3 I cried on my bed and rummaged through my phone book, dying to talk to someone. In the end I called Rudy, and listened to him telling me about his new home and blablabalbal. He said I should come soon. Okay. I told him about MR CG (his name's azlan if you have to know so much) Rudy said that's too bad, he thought Mr CG's a nice dude. He said Misk saw him somewhere in the city. That means he's back and probably fucking that stupid young bitch. God I am bitter.
I slept at 5 yesterday and I woke up at 7. Hahahahahahha. Damnit. Tonight I'm meeting Rudy. Probably if I'm drunk enough I'll give him something he won't forget. He always have the hots for me. Whatever.
posted by tolldoll at 11:46 PM
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