returned from malaysia just last night at around 7. was attending my cousin's wedding lunch without both of my brothers because one of them is currently having his university examinations and the other had plans earlier on already. so, i had the rear seat of the jaguar all to myself. i have to introduce to everyone this extremely entertaining read.

touches on the sensitivity of racism, which is unlikely of you reading fictional books on this. kept me reading throughout the 3.5hours long journey. this book was published way back then, and i happened to come across it at the darkest corner of my brother's book shelf.

on the saturday, the day before the wedding lunch, my mom and i walked around this shopping centre. i was shocked to know one of the shops actually carry authentic porter, bape, number nine, supreme, bxh, etc. goods. bought 2 supreme tees and 1 number nine tee, which cost my mom a staggering 795RM.! i begged her forever, really.

the food served at the wedding lunch sucked. i'd rather have plain rice with dark sauce on top.

i think my cousin, the bride in blood red, looks gorgeous. when my mom told me she's already 31, i called her a very good joker. then, my dad affirmed me. she looks amazingly vivacious and spirited for her age, she could be my girlfriend.! i think she looks sweet. (:

we left for singapore straight after the lunch, which was evening by then already. thankfully, i had the company of my book for the long and unearthly trip home. upon reaching second link, i checked my messages and i was wanted at breko's holland village at 11pm. went home, packed my things, bathed and left home. took a train to dhoby gaut to meet zachary and gerald first. after that, we took a bus down to holland village, to watch the biggest game since the beginning of the epl season. ordered some bites and drinks, like potato salad, and pizza, and joked about how breko was trying to be concerned of the health of their customers, by serving coke light only.


at half time, we left because it was closed for the day. we moved on to the nearest possible place to sit and watch some good soccer, which was at the coffee shop down the road. we didn't have permit to enter the pubs there. saw kenneth seow and his group of non-newtowner friends, and gerald's friend, ben, whom i've seen twice, and his group of friends. too bad we didn't have the chance to sit together in one big table, and had to be seperated, or else the match'd have been even nicer with another group of good company. nonetheless, i had fun.

zachary and i stayed over at gerald's house, and the walk home from holland village was crazy. zachary didn't have a single drop of alcohol, and his ability to get himself so high really makes me wonder. he was singing, or maybe blaberring nonsensical lyrics with a set of same, lousy, noisy tune. i could have knock him out.

left gerald's place at around 930am. we sort of took turns to sleep, because gerald's room was not at all, spacious. PS2 proves to be a useful device, and a great companion. i had my share of fun, and i think it's time i catch up on some sleep, before i get knocked out. till then.

ps: zachary, this guy own you like shit. watch till the bridge, after the part when the drums' supposed to come in. HAHA.