a picture for every story. let's?



kudos to those who went for zoukout, god bless you all. in hope of becoming fifty bucks richer, i agreed to join the girls for kendarat on sunday night. but abg don, being the usual faggot that he is decided to pay us the following day instead so there goes my zoukout plans. ok maybe i won't blame the don as i should have had better planning and financial management the next time round. 2007, bole sabar. the wedding couple was a fitness instructor and pilates coach, or so i heard. explains the beefy and oh-so-good-lookin guests, yum. beefy men drink ice cold water and don't eat chicken skin. they gobble and chow down like alligators. my feet hurt damn it. hunks call me miss and offer free one-day fitness trips. some look like they rape and others request for wine and beer. (for gods sakes this is a malay wedding will you guys stop it already.)



wednesday. jane, the girl who went missing for weeks! she came back a happier person and turned up in a roxy. omg janey bwahahaha! i love topshop's newest slit tops. i wonder how they wear bras in them. but very sexy. very nice. a walk down the boulevard before coming across mng's biggest sale ever. they had boys tying up our handbags into white trash bags at the entrance. jane was hesitant to go in at first, the store was so packed we can't even see the floor. but she ended up getting a denim vest ala gap girl that costs like..i don't know. hefty enough not to call it a sale. i put an argyle back down. how heartbreaking. forty five bucks for a pink and grey woolen half-jacket. fuck la i'm going back there again tmr. after kfc (i had to force her to eat), jane had the weirdest fashion thirst for jumpers and suspenders. this girl thinks she's cute tau.



that's me. and matno. after a jug of bourbon coke and four mugs of beer. of all nights eh musibot. you had to get me high on the night before my very last paper. but all's worth the two-hour wait before he could finish his part-time, sound-fixing job for the day. andy the boss was very laidback and hospitable, i like. it was a small pub down the streets of tekka. so imagine the hours i had to listen to painfully catchy traditional indian tunes. they even screened upbeat dancey tracks that almost made me want to get up and dance i swear. and matno just had to make this racist joke out loud. what do you call an indian man who's fixing wires? blackcurrant. LOLX! i swear i could get the bouncer to bash him up right there. after supper at beach road and hostess-bitching, we had to make our way home because i, had to study.



basically that's about all i have been doing these few nights. hahaha mcm paham, aku tau.



today! after our very last paper which is customer relationship & internet retailing. i think i've done a fair amount of screw-ups for each paper that i've sat for with retail accounting being the highest in rank (i hate numbers la cheebye.) and fashion merchandising being the dumbest subject ever because ms jacklyn tan (also known as jazlyn this time because she freakin changed her name to that, she thinks she's still young and hip like my friend shyanne) sets stupid questions. questions she probably typed out on that morning of test itself.



so mari kita party ok.



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