oklah bib, brace yourself. fine, we went out again. fine, we didn't ask you along again. but you know what happened? i'll tell you what happened. nysa tried to kill me. they couldn't stop staring at my sausages. when i wasn't looking, she stole some of my mashed potatoes. oh the nerve. and when i tried to steal some back, she practically thrust her steak knife into my palm. lucky no one was injured. i had some cuts on my pinkie tho. it hurt so bad seh bib.. the whole table was quiet after that. you would've definitely done something to stop her if you were there. right? that was fuckin attempted murder. then joo was busy making eye contact with the cute waiter who tried to bully me. like everyone knows what the hell kacang pool is in arab. he didn't have to make faces. i knew his voice was kinda funny but i didn't say anything, did i? and aysha was being her usual annoying self, complaining about how different her coke was from ours. but nobody told her there was more to life than just complaining about your coke. you, would've definitely told her that if you were there.











i look so.. miyang. bwhahahaha! what a word.

anyway we couldn't find anything nice so we decided to leave right after dinner. nys and i chose to drop by town because we're a bunch of lazy fuckers in hope of a free ride back home. i knew iqbal wants to eat at rasa21 (current happening place to see and be seen) which was just behind nys' place. well everyone probably knows afiq and i are joint at the waist by now. nothing new there. heee.

shall we find somewhere new to have our supper? do you know that we've been eating there for like several nights per week already. and afiq orders the same damn thing each time.

gawd.

something, is, definitely wrong with us.



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