that day, i went out with true friends - friends who care, friends who cherish, and friends who aren't dogs. responsible friends who have no use for a cartridge of lame excuses and 'i-still-love-you-baby'. friends with one face, one heart - 'you are for me' and that's that, without strategic placements and time-frames as to when to let-out. friends who speak of blasphemy minimally, friends who cut-short the process to go all out for you. ah, this is what i stage as 'true friends' in my very own social-position list. qualms, defense, mitigation, what you perceive as 'spotless' reasoning, and what's not - thank you for making me very immune to all of these. ha, i suddenly relate myself to a MR STRONG OSIRIS standing at the peak of a mountain, arms folded, looking out to the world, shades on (for the goodsake of adding to my collection of 'it was sunny' friendster collection), and in serious thought, thinking - MY SOUL IS FINALLY FREE OF BULLSHIT. 

ah. now that... ...is pure die hard punk rock. \m/

and yes, so out with true friends for death race on a thursday evening. good show, really. 

i was out with lhc, yulin, eileen and my pairmate, joey today. DA JOEYZ. details aside, an uncle chose me as his target when joey and i was on bus 61. he turned back with his fogey spectacles threatening to drop and slip off his nose and accused me of "you yawn at the back of my head. i felt humid air. like water." i can't believe i even bothered to address him as a sire. "i wasn't yawning, sire." and he went 6 kilometers on, with each accusation weaker and weaker. i thank god for the guy who was beside, who fatefully bears the same name as me. joeyho did all the retorting. i stared blankly at him, probably the only thing i could do because i was still recovering from the shock. joeyho tried to explain in a serious tone, "maybe it's some spirit blowing." and does the howling sound, WA FUCKING FUNNY. throughout the mini mayhem at the back of bus 61 at 12 midnight, joeyho still managed to find a source of amusement (like reach out and dig 'amusement' out of thin air.).! the guy was very dead on me apologising for something i had no part in. yawn.? humid air.? his hair.? he needs a mirror. he is ageing. ageing people start to bald. they start to lose their hair, exposing their bare skull to the world, and in this case, particularly to and at me. it gets sensitive, it gets reactive. a little too much, but i am not admitting that i yawned... k what's the correct preposition to use.? at.? towards.? whatever, i am not admitting that i yawned INTO that thick white rotting skull of his. we tried to explain that it could be the air conditioning that caused the mist/humidity/water. he did little to win the arguement - "even if it's the air con, you still must apologise.!" cheybah, tomorrow, if i see a 2 year old kid slip and break his neck into 3 million pieces, i'm so gonna go up to his parents, take responsibility and write a letter of apology and offer to pay for 600 packets of uhu glue to see if his neck can be glued back into place. i'm finding lee hsein long tomorrow to apologise for the escape of mas selamat, sports association for the silver (not gold) medal lee jiawei earned now racked in her display cabinet, chelsea for their failure to sign robinho, eileenlhcyulin because arsenal decided to win both halves in their recent game, resulting in their loss of $25 each, that beggar at chinatown outside OG for his amputation, and everything else you can think of. IT'S MY FAULT. IT IS ALL MY FAULT. I NEED AND HAVE TO APOLOGISE. oh and yes, if you're thinking of robbing a bank, pulling down a girl's skirt in public, raping that hot girl clad in a sweet bohemian style outside sim lim, punching your father because he fucks another (somehow rhyming), or even deciding to drop an atomic bomb in the tiny dot we call home, DON'T MIND PLEASE TAKE IT INTO MY ACCOUNT. ALL FAULTS ON ME. PLEASE TRANSFER ALL FAULTS TO MY POSB ACCOUNT. ACCOUNT NUMBER IS 228-369-5X-X. IT'S PERFECTLY FINE, IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO.! WO OKAY DER AH.!   

and after all of this shit, i finally have a reasonable conclusion. you know why that old fogey bugger felt 'humid air' which we didn't.? BECAUSE HE GOT NO SUBCREW CAP TO COVER HIS HEAD.! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.!!!!

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