11 Apr

accompanied lua to get his hair cut and all prettied up. pleased as punch he was, couldn't stop grinning.
yy got the job he liked finally, things should be looking pretty rosy.
glad all good.

the fool laced up his runners, tucked the keys safely away in a pocket, and got out into the cool streets. in the dead of the night, all he could hear was the consistent, insistent ringing of bugs. all he had for company as he made his rounds of the carpark, the constant plopping of footfalls on the hard unforgiving road, the occasional cab. the empty guts, a head chockful of rubbish. no encounters with things that go bump in the night, thankfully. he did come across a frenly malay girl who good mornin-ed a greeting tho. with only one contact for vision, he cudn't be sure, but she might turn out to be a she-male for all he knew.

ha... lookin forward to breakfast, the dumbo is.