everyone has posted their jalan raya pictures and i shall consciously refrain frm conforming (minding the fact tt i have little pictures tt are worth showing).


last night's movies marathon at daddy's was almost non-existent. watched a bit of once upon a time in america before jon decided he needed smokes. didnt know of any mama shop at daddy's hse tt opened so late so we- kawan maan, jonjon and myself- strolled to holland v to buy jon's rokoks and ended up meeting up with gad and his new girl to have some drinks. it's not tt muthu (as gad insisted we call her) was overtly annoying or anything. it's just tt despite my attempts to be affable, she displayed wat came across as a cavalier disinterest in getting to know any of us and tt kindof affronted my innate niceness. then mummy called and said i couldnt stay at daddy's hse with jon cos he's a guy. But he's GAY, ma! she made some pretty lame excuses but i didn't want to cucuk her anymore so i just relented. wat a bloody waste. tant fucking pis...

Oh, you cheeky DJ!
if only the durg could've come for movies. but... the good indian girl's 'bad' decision to stay out late the night before had incurred the wrath of her good indian mother. of course, all these vices were introduced by none other than two undecidedly-good chinese girls and one 'bad' indian girl. (why am i talking like this?.. wat's wrong with me? wat's wrong with me?!?!) it all started when i had heard tt new destiny's child song and suddenly decided i had to dance to it, and wat better place to do tt than cheekys. hurhur. this, of course, now has me vying with ravi for the title of Loser of the World (but still i Lowe u welly welly much, raWi!). i also have to confess tt i was shamelessly drooling over the DJ the whole night (see: a handsomer version of beda bhai). and also, cheeky's is an idiot to sell a shot of baileys for 12$. tt said, i am an even bigger idiot for buying the shots. ok, so i'm not really a teetotaller; anything creamy and sweet is an always an exception. i wnat to try tt nice cadbury drink thing karin was just telling me bout. wah.

during the aforementioned movie marathon tt became a boring sit round session at Tango's, i had to be a super eksi yaya borak head and order a baileys. halfway through it, my chest tightened (no, it didn't get bigger), my face got hotter (no, it didn't get prettier) and i started getting palpitations donc, ravi had to down the other half. boooh.

ian s/o mother's sister just invited me to go china black tonight. funny cos i was mentioning the other day tt i wanted to go there one day to lookseelooksee.
adam is selling his black semi acoustic. anyone interested, tell me ah.
i am a Decipher groupie. i'm gonna dwnld dead skin mask.
i woke up just before 4pm today.

everyone must go scroll down now and have a look at the hot sexy bitch tt graces this blog (the french words are just there to make me look cleverer than you, unless of course you understand them, in which case you are just a snooty francophile. booh yoo!). Next, scroll further down to see the even sexier plus-sized bag of sweet innoncence.

Santa, this Christmas, i want to be a jellybean {:o)