on tuesday, i remembered using a software called microstation for one of our assignments - to do up the floor plan of a unit of an apartment. we spent the entire day in front of the desktops. i made my way to ikea with the fellow polymers (poly mates), forced down 3 large strips of disgusting sweet and sour fish for the fat sake of common singaporean starch, and downed 2 chicken wings. k yes, of course without the bones. we went up to queensway and my brother from another mother got himself a pair of vans, and i questioned hard whether we should really take it to the next level by having everything top to toe similar, apart from our already common name. i also asked about the retro-ness in the white hairband on lhc's head, and thought eileen's new hairdo was quite cute but never did voice it out. :o then the joeysss got into a heated fight and i swear if yulin didn't pull me back, i'd have broken his braces so that all his friends can re-establish the bagay status he used to have once again. you lucky ah boy. sulin and i went up to a sexy shop, and made our much anticipated endeavor more possible with our purchases of the required materials. we went back to kfc and, "shhh, xiao qiang zai shui jiao.". that guy who owns the same name as me became less xialan, and so, i decided to pardon him for his past actions. we talked about the song fall for you, stepped into bus 33, and the song was playing loud and clear. the joeyssss were stunned. the joeyss entertained each other throughout the journey. went up to the eileen's place, touched tiles, and the golden watch and red tee i was wearing that day didn't better the luck at all. reached home at 1230, believing that god really did destine for us to play mahjong that day. it's a joey thing. cheybah.   

today, the tutorials in school did little to confirm my attendance in class, and so i woke up to a message that was straightforward and to-the-point - "430 at marina." quite dazed and confused at the purpose of the message, but the source was from somebody who's usually credible, it took me a while to realise it was the clown's birthday. our (ben and shahridan) message to him was, sent in unison, "You make us fall in love with clowns, and we're glad to have one as a friend. Happy birthday sexy! *walks normally, and then skips suddenly, right foot off the ground*" we had seoul garden at marina square, walked aimlessly around the place, and then we finally came up with a plan. the less-steady (ORH BASTARD.!) left early, while the better holmies accompanied the andrew to end the memorable day in a.. much more memorable way.? (limited vocab.) we don't and didn't take photos, and had nothing to keep for memorial purposes (*flush* all the marinated meat gone lo.!), but i'd opt to spend my birthday in a small group with the closest holmies anytime man. we went down to beauty world and knocked some balls into pockets, and i reached home and here i-fucking-am.! 

hi andrew i know you're reading this. k let this be a proper testimonial, and not those used in the friendster site for communication purposes. i know you love me, and now, let me tell you why i love you. the clown can take jokes, he sure can - from raining man, to sexy belly dancing, to ronald macdonalds, to everything that's red, to "peng you yi shen yi qi zou..", to every single thing against you. be sure that all i've said along these few lines of topics is purely harmless and for the sake of getting closer to you. we go a long way. you were there when i needed you (hehe don't tear. macdonald delivery plastic bag inside got serviette. beside your computer nia.), but please don't let it out la. don't even threaten to. according to my memory, you have never failed me when i needed company to settle errands or when buying that something i've saved up for so long. you're, although in a wrong way, always needed when we're out in a big group, or else we'd have nobody to shoot down. without you, my body wouldn't have emitted so much laughing gas in my life. and i *sobs* thank you *sobs* from the bottom of my fucking heart and soul. sumpa tok qiu tok lanpa. now you stay the way you are now and many bloody more birthday celebration outings with you. until we die and be brought into a casket. ZHAI. \m/ 

reminder: serviettes in the macdonald plastic bag beside your desktop. ^^