naw, ju know what mang? pure magic mang

hood talk!
blame j-dub mang.

some fucked up day i had and would like to share with you guys, mang.

i got up this morning groggy and shit. then jumping fucking shitballs i saw 46 missed call. and 4 SMSes! then i rolled my eyeballs down my samsung handphone screen to see whos it from:
WHOAHOLY SHIT FUCK BALLZ! its DARYL (ma boss).

he must be fucking ballistic as ballz by now!! it was like 2pm and i was supposed to open shop at 11am. holyshitfuckballs! so i darted my ass to the shower, did the quick hooker shower wash up, (hair, teeth, armpits, crotch, asshole). wear presentable clothes, while everythings goin on mang, the only words in the head was only: oh shit/ fuck/ shit/ fucking! dawg, 300m sprint to novena square. it was raining superheavy, and i had umbrella tilted to the front abit to protect myself from the rain like a bumper.. so basically, thanks to my handful knowledge in aerodynamics and the rain directional patterns. i was dry. 60%. waist down its wet as fuck. i swear mang, it was so wet, my shoe says: flip flop. x 242643735 times as i ran through the velocity valley of overpriced sports products. i was leaving a trail of puddle shoetracks mang.

i saw the shop. no one opened the shop yet. FUCK! wheres the boss, hes supposed to work with me today.
its like the scene in mission impossible mang, when the handphone ring, which in my case, my phone had Mamma Mia as the ringtone, so that added the extra drama to it. i answered the call, and i FUCK! i accidentally pressed the red button end call button instead of the green answer call button. so fuck, to prevent myself from my boss teabagging me tonight, i quickly called him back.
and when he answered, it was the sharpest WHAT THE FUCK!??!11?!? i've ever recieved in my life. he said something along the lines that he just left novena cos the velocity management was pissed cos he was wearing berms and cant work and fuck you and stuff like that ..
(phew! least got someone jaga the shop bfore me and left just in the nick of time before i arrive cos if i was a little early and hes there, flying fucking elbow mang. )

so i opened shop fuckin embarassngly as everyone was lookin at me while i was unpacking all the shit with wet jeans looking like lion dance pants. so i settled down and checked out my phone. his smses are near death threat mang. i almost wet my already wet jeans.

overally, as i looked back, i got my ass from BED to NOVENA shop in 15mins FLAT. mission impossible indeed.
anywas, i had massive nose block the night before, and i used that vicks vapomenthol nasal thingy u know, the thing that looks like a minature vibrator and that u place it in you nose to unblock the nose. so it kinda like suffocate me and got me knocked out and stuff. and the face that i have been rushing school shit for countless nights. maybe thats the reason why. its was only 2am, thats surprising cos ive attended work as early as 9am, the night before that was clubbing, so prolly i should've reached home at 4am tops for some sleep. fucked up mang.

an added fucked up-ness, my only customer came back, and cancelled the sale. SHIT FUCK BALLZ MAN. = no sale for the day. and its a sunday. wtf! zero sales and late for work on a sunday. and its on novena. ma home town mang.
what a fucked day. so to sum up today, i went to work(without laptop or fun shit to play with), and got home. and just now some church order rejected my shirt. fuck. not even lesbian porn could satisfy the sadness im experiencing now mang. i cant wait for friday to meet up with God. and i deserve to be decapitated with my boss's massive ballz man.


alright enough sad shit


anyways, its was raining, just now and it was wet(wtf. duh) my shoe sides are leather, before i realised, my shoe actually has designs on em.

i was a bald nigga, concentric circles, wires and shit. hoshy lit dawg. its like some prehistoric unearthing shit goin on round here. all along, i thought those were deliberate wear and tear on the leather. cos you know, the rugged and messed up vintage fashion thing was in last year.

i still dont understand that kind of high fashion. they have like messed up tees that goes on for hundreds of bucks and guys with monthly salary 2x more than my annual salary buys and wear them while guys like me tries our best to look neat and proper and tried our best to stay away from looking rugged and fucked up.

unless i could play along like those marina square mats buy wearing messed up and rugged and used INDIE as an excuse..


as im writing this, i saw a hot bung just now, shes ultra short, the natural tulan face and she had JADE GREEN short hair, and a cool trigger ear piercing poking out of the fringes..
wish i had a chic like that.


godiva chocs mang. for me.


so had extra acrylic, and i saw daniel painted (WITH A BATTERY. LOL) this hideous frida piece that have been laying aroud in the studio for quite a while. finally, somebody decides to do something bout it. so one night i spent some 15mins repainting this shit. i did her face and added flesh on her tit area with bikini. HUHUH! mang, that michelle nafa graduate chic would flip out when she comes back to check back her shit out. im not done with this though.

least it doesnt look like this, mang:

some unibrow moustache gangsta-ass ho.

drug abuse!!

OMG MANG, the bong, lighting it up, DREADs! this pic is so epic in so many levels. i almost had this shit as my wallpaper. just that the settings aint right enough. having something as my wallpaper is some major honor mang. bryan's current holder now.
kimi, lol. pink outfit and long double tied hair. sure scares the shit out of me. lol.
3D sculpture class. lee soo ngee lecturer chopping the plastercast. he the ice mang right her.
im just missing out the safety helmet and a tudong. jihad warrior.
2nd hour progress.
u gon be seeing this plaster turning to this in no time:

plaster blaster

can you find the infinity sign?

patent fuckin idea man, u be stealin' this dope idea, u is dead knawmsayin?

and u be killed by ma niggaz:

Bryanboy. his name is bryan boy, says so in the passport. he be killin yo ass.
Ayumi. yes mang, her name is ayumi. she gon fuck your shit up.
and top nigga. charcoal photograph. wicked sick..
ya'll have to brush up on this shit next week.
another oslo chic top. ill.
bright bright moon.
the name of the bike brand is Yamato. but we call it the Yamate, cos the bike is in serious need of help.

Yamate in jap: Help. or stop it. i thinnk.

yammatteeh!!


the yamate bike rider..

aight see ya'll later for t-shurt special tumorrow mang.
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