some random pixie of ma holmies from west street yo. y'all gotta show them some lurrve yo. this bugger sitting beside wearing this weird and ugly fake punk rock checkered skater mutt shit cap bugged me from the time he met me for pool at my condo, until our movie for the day ended for a picture so that he could update his friendster profile. you tell me - who'll do that (except for those gothic-looking ahlianzzzx).?
group and i caught the local movie just follow law, which was as hilarious as listening to me crack jokes for 4 hours, or plainly looking at the ass clown face of andrew yeo. yes, you get the point - it is fucking hilarious shite. i couldn't stop laughing throughout the movie, and so couldn't the rest in the theatre. after catching the show in town, all of us left for clementi. i went to look for more of ma holmies at shahridan's house. i tell you, it was as boring as shite. i wanted to head for home everytime each second passed, but i didn't out of the promise i made to them earlier on. so, i beared all the sufferings, and finally when morning came, i rushed down to take a cab back home.

your head.

just when i thought there wouldn't be anything interesting for me to keep me busy with (because ma holmies were playing the xbox - something i haven't touched in my sweet 16 precious years), shahridan fished out a black and ugly looking plastic bag. while handing it to me, he said without much consideration, "nah, your souvenir." you think that's cool, like beijing-during-winter cool.? wait till you fucking see what he got for me.!

O.O
i got the one to the extreme right. i tell you - it's so cool, so contagious, so pretty, i picked up the guitar and started playing famous last words as if i was mcr. it is an exact copy of a real guitar, with real pick ups and bridges, and even 6 nylon strings.! workmanship is 140% lah. you know what that means.? that means when the model is done, they send it for another round of processing, and take it out of the conveyor belt when it reaches the 40th percentile of the process.

and what did i have to offer him when i came back from my malaysia trip.? a bleddy 50c lame looking malacca keychain. i feel guilty. like please-take-me-to-the-court-and-prosecute-me kind of guilt.

and as if returning with a 50c stupid keychain is not bad enough, i forced them to take this picture for my own blogging purposes. so selfish of me.!

we took a cab to clementi to have supper, then back to calvin's house (to see her super pretty 22 yo sister), and then finally back to shahridan's house which was 4am by then. i was the first to sleep because.. because. becuase i was feeling guilty. bullshite. then i was awoken at 730am sharp, walked down half-awaked with calvin who was in the same giddy state as i was, hailed a cab, and then fall into a deep slumber (until the cab uncle had to wake us up when we reached our destination).

cool.? you bet.