you made me do this. am still waiting for yuse to pass me the pictures from zoukout although it's not alot cause erm, apparently someone got so pissed drunk and i was being the usual saint that i am and had to do the baby-sitting all night long. you guessed it, my first (and perhaps the last) zoukout sucked so much cocks i almost wanted to burst into tears. wait, i think i did. especially when afiq spat on my face, muttering and sobbing to himself.. vulnerable, he was. in dire need of comfort and protection, i did nothing but stood by him all the way, making sure he was okay and hugged him to sleep. till he finally decided to thank me by throwing up on my dress. that was the last straw. you piece of -!

we did ministry on friday to celebrate the club's second birthday. right. it wasn't filth night that night so main arena was a bit whacked. smoove played shitty rnb as usual and to think we entered with quite a hefty cover charge. inside jokes. awkward hello goodbyes. i should get immune to this by now. everyone became really hungry so we headed down to spize for supper after that. split ourselves into halves and cabbed back home. oh yah, i miss shatot so much lah! sorry, i just had to say that.

can i be random? hady mirza was crowned the first asian idol like an hour ago and for that teeny weeny bit of injustice or per-se, he was, quote, too good-looking to be a singer, quote, my aunt had to jump up from her seat and screamed her lungs out with so much joy. walau, like for crying out loud lah this woman.















look at samir, so excited one.

i seriously need to keep up with my blog. or my blog needs to keep up with me. from tomorrow onwards lah k. bye.



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