thanks, i loved the lunch, yao.

wha laoooo... finally, i have a pocket of air to breathe and managed to grab this elusive chance of fun. eventually im here bloggin. and shit just have to happen when least anticipated. i just have to rant.

friday, 2nd last day of work week in nafa. was like a convict released, free as a bird, so decided to go clubbing (bigtime this time) with ron-jon wingmens that very night. and this comin monday, puasas gonna kickstart. and i cant do bad shit anymore.


so yeah, i got a short story, u guys might wanna not read cos you eventually would.

im kinda lazy specially right now when i just got time to do freestuff. so i try to abbreviate things to not complicate shit abit.


jon - jon
super fucked up club kiddy entrance dooorbitch underaged pornstar - fucked up



so so, it was last night, when we were trying out this new club as phuture was sold out. as always, and since its my big night, we see no harm tryin something new.
we havent been there yet.
we pulled up on the club taking cab, late at 12, waited 1 fucking hour IN LINE! i have getting being in any kind of line or queue, and for most who are familiar with me, my impatience is legendary. fucking HATE being in one. getting in line for a minute feels like eternity to me and i think its a waste of life.. life's too short for being in idle.

so thing is, line was moving steadily slow, slower than a snail with f-king coma and
reasons for that was:

-handles 2 lines the one for the vip and line for mere mortals (aka, main entrance).
-VIP priority enters first, so the REGULAR MORTALS have to PATIENTLY wait.
-nets machine was fucked up
- peeps in front are holding up peeps from the back
- FUCKED UP was taking time, leisurely reading magazine and sipping drinks while dealin with people in line

so we waited an hour in LINE
and the whole thing goes like this:

fucked up: may i have your ID please??
(shows her our ID, jon shows his poly card)
fucked up: oh cool, your from ngee ann also?? nono, not ez-link, ID like your nric or driver's license.
(jon shows IC)
fucked up: oh cool..
(long pause)
fucked up: oh, the age limit is 23 years old. you guys cant come in to this club. heh.. (smiles) sorry.
(we went completely speechless instantly. like utter disbelief)
fucked up:.....
fucked up: so...
fucked up: your from ngee ann right?? which course you in??

obviously she knows that we are IN THE MOOD to socialise with her after waiting an hour plus plus, with a line still waiting in line behind us..


ahhh... im half pissed
more pics comin up next post

young turks

morning dew

foggy morning
ipod got tagged!!
new favourite shit!
get them in candy empire. kinda ex, 3 bucks for that kit kat... but i ensure that its worth every single cent. maybe beyond

oh, and living in bukit timah has problems tho...

packing banglas
packed like sardines literally. maybe not sardines. hahaha. cookie jar?
theres a conductor posted on this particular bus stop on a particular period of time to stuff peoples in the bus. u can only see this guy at those times. 10pm buffalo road bus stop


very good pastel

pink sky
OH YEA!! knnccbwtf lor! my bling bling marc ecko watch u see above disappeared miraculously in the bar.. i dont know how, but holy jumping fucking shitballs, it hurts alot when the wrist reminded me of its absence. lost a friend yaw.
sober night out

fat guy
spotted a bentley continental GT!! more expensive than a lamborghini, more subtle than a lexus

okay, what your about to see is gonna shock you:

ive been watching some show called the wild habitat or something, then theres this commando field operative that says that his Vietcongs chops his dick off, he killed them and grabbed his dick up from the dirts and ran home to sew it back on. he lived to tell, and he got the evidence to prove it:

BAM!

like a stray missile. AHAHAH

looong ass drive.

top speed record!!!
view from hotel

long winding road
steep gradient
banged the car in front

uptown KL!

sorry lazy.. everything is quite self explanatory. fuck off