that day, we went out and watch made of honour, and thank god a friend's girlfriend is scottish, or else i'd never generalise the show as a comedy. we met the girls and one of their friendly friend who left as soon as we met. the yulin was a big shot, because 7 of us sat around coffeebeans at wheelock and waited for her work to end. some holmies left, while the real holmies stayed (WAHA-HEHE). a transvestite at the macdonalds at lido must have thought i was fat ronaldo, because a mere half-second stare could generate an anger in her enough to let out a loud, "WHAT.!?" publicly in the heart of Singapore's most popular district. eileen, lhc, dex and myself were the remaining few, left alone to think of what else would and could entertain. we thought and thought and then, "don't want overnight la. tmrw we going out.!" the lhc let out her signature sharp shrill, when i suggested we could spend the night playing mahjong at somebody's place. i suggested movie, only to be retorted by the pubor, "thursday night usually no movie one. only friday, saturday and sunday." after all of that, the lhc had to exemplify the true meaning of puborness by being, as simple as, a genuine living pubor. after dex and i left, she, along with eileen, went to watch a movie with her other friends. and the time they left for home was not much of a difference if we played mahjong. as good as overnight. the epitome of die-hard puborness. i is really bwg lo.
k, on a note 39 thousand times more positive than what happened, i'm glad my closer friends are getting along very well with my cousin. it's good to have such a culture where your friends are having some sort of personal connection with your family members and relatives. we, as usual, played the round ball at the same place on a friday evening. we left at 930 in the night. at 3 in the morning, my cousin's friend, edwin, who drives a spanking hyundai tuscani (not exactly your most expensive or glamorous sports car, but hey, it's still a bloody decent car for a 19yo teenager), arrived at the lobby of block 56 signature park. i hopped on, and we made our way to (like my 16th million time) have some prata. i think i was quite a mad cow at 230, frantically asking random people on my adium contact list if there was any other place instead of geylang still opened at that then time which serves frog porridge. we decided to settle for prata because the geylang is fucking-the-far, and it's not exactly wise for 4 kids to roam about, at 3 in the morning, along the
lorongs of the pros. haven. i don't know, but everytime i have friends over at al ameen, i'll naturally play host, and start introducing dishes after dishes, drinks after drinks, as if my dad has a share in the profits of the eatery. i like it when people go, "you order la. you intro what.? what you usually eat.? nice not.?" when they ask me about prices, i can confidently answer them without looking at the menu. don't doubt, my stomach is like a walking advertisement for indian muslim food. i think at least 40% lo. after eating, we stepped into the place that certainly incurred damage to my studying momentum back in the O level's period. then i was sent home by an angel in the same tuscani. clown accompanied me, and because my cousin is one hellueva man, we had to seat at the back seat. clown so tall, he had to bend his neck a little, forcing him to look up into the nothingness of the saturday morning night sky, and almost smooching the glass panel.
ha so cute, shorties rulez.
i should find some time to meet the less-wise, easily-influenced, gangster who was once one of my closest buddy during the early secondary school days. peace.