Ehpper bottem jeans, boots with the furrr.. hole club lookin' at
hurrrr....
Photolog as promised:
Forza Motorsport 2 fun.
Rollin' on my pimped out multi-million dollah Aston Martin. Everything maxed out.
Shinin' chrome twenny-three inches dubs and ma' name iced out and bling on tha candy paint biatch!! Flossin' and ballin', nigga I'm F to tha L to tha Y fly.. Jyeaaaa (gangsta face)
Grade 999 U-class Supra, 1200-odd horsepower engine.. Simulation tuning.
i stumbled upon a couple of old pics album at chistopher's house:
Jonathan.
Christopher had an addiction with sniffing his own arm back then. lol. it was classic. as you can see by the way he dress in the picture, you can understand why people calls him the big boss.
Legolas the Cat.
Hahahah!! Zhi Shin. this is not photoshopped or edited in any way, its just the picture.
Buff guy.
Buzzcut! we had fashionable hair back then. huhuh. Me and Foo Jie Sheng.
Then to christopher's vault of hard liquor, the bottles are all ginormous:
Bombayy!! 
polarised, wtf.
Cuervo.
The Milo coffee.
the big deal. some say its so good, that it could be drunk raw.
50 cent.
liqueur, not liqour.
To get anybody to sleep with you: conversations and Hennessy.
Absolut 100
50% alcohol.
And went out with syirr, she was alone in the cyber cafe. kinda pathetic. 4.50 per hour, lol.
the pic may not look really convincing but a series skating incidents results a swollen buldge on the other side of her fore-arm; so large, it looks like another muscular bicep on the arm. shes nuts.
Then back at home, custom bike mod:
matt jet black
after this stage, the bike would be ruined with permanent white paint markers. by me of course.
then maj's home for interior design class
an Absolut vodka translucent maya piramid rack christmas tree design.. what a description.
star on top of christmas tree
floor plan for the booth.
Maj is nice, Right right??
and new ipod:
80GB bitches! and its as slim than yo nano. (brags on and on)
old ipod
carbon fiber tuner ipod
a new lease of life.
and finally:
random shit. it looks like the tag fell inside the katong laksa soup. oh, and i dont work there for that matter.
