complete hasbian

WOMG its been awhile right??!@ okay, im back. i know its been awhile since i've blog. and honestly, for the first time, i've actually skipped something for essential stuff. i've been busy everyday. and it's a natural habit for me that i have equal parts work and play. so this weekend, i've been shawpping, late night outing, clarbbing, spending, swimming, running, fun-ning(if theres such a word) and to end this with a bang, i'll end this night with blogging. i know its painful everytime u guys click my link, to see the same shit again and again. i would eventually update okay, even the main header. i just can't get away from it. its like every night my blog's like: darling, come on, lets do this tonight. and i'd be like, no baby, not tonight. i got school at 9 tomorroy. plus i've been painting the entire night. maybe next time. (kisses to blog. followed by planting face to pillow)


i dont know if God wants me to go clubbing regularly. because lately i've always wanted to participate friday prayers in the mosque, but missed it most of the time.

and some night it was the other day. it was so significant, i just had to recall it here,

the night before i was clubbing and i was i woken up the other sunday with a phonecall. it says unknown. so i answered with a proper hello as always, in bullshit phone voiceover, though actually the state im in is half-fucked sleepy and holding back slooooww a fuck-you-im-trying-to-sleep-bye. so a lady called. her voice was FUCKING eerie im telling you. FUCKING EEERIE. her voice was an audible equivalent to a ... and ?? to every end of a sentence.. she sounded emotionally ambiguous. like a mindfuck psychiatrist. like the SAW guy's tape or storm from x-men. or gaia from captain planet. or like mother earth. and some MOTHER it is. monotonous spine-chilling straight voice. after a few sentences from her, i knew she meant business and she is not. fucking. around. quickly, my body jacked up zombie-style suddenly like undertaker/kane.

it went like this:

me: hello?
phone: did you went out with alzena last night?
me: yes.
someone's mother: did you know that i stayed up till 4 in the morning?
me: ...
5 seconds of silence
someone's mother: did you know that i am alzena's mother.

(DERN DERN DERN DERN!!! oh shit, how could i not figured that out?)


i sighed and crashed my head back to my pillow. then after that was barrage of sentences starting with did yous from her. did you know i called her many times? did you know she didn't pick up? did you know what alcohol could do to you? did you know it is bad? did you know this? did you know that? i have an encyclopedia with a did you know? facts WAAAY lesser than the entire phonecall. i could not be fucked with the conversation and replied okay. sure. right. oh. to everything because that basically is the usual responses to mums. plus i can't go constructive with the replies with the half the face buried in cushion and cotton.

lesson for the day: if you can't stay out late, or underaged get the fuck home.

apart from that, this alzena individual is an absolute lamborghini retardo lar.. and get a load of her blog lor. she needs heavy medication.

but i have to give it to her, she invited me over to that bar none 98.7 event. and i finally knew who mark bonafide is..

so that night i was literally shit wasted. i even shit wasted literally. (get it?) after that phonecall, for some reason, i went to the toilet and SPRAYED shit. (could've shat a smooth long pooplogs normally). my asshole was actually spraying shit. as i looked down, the bowl looks what is seems to be like a Jackson Pollock's painting in brown format, man. and the sound it makes was like as if my asshole was trying to beatbox. i'm serious. if my asshole was in a beatbox competition, shane wouldn't have a chance. yeah, my ass was like "yo man, check this out, praaat!! ppoooop" followed by some awesome bass and sick beats.

AND GET THIS.
i used facewash lotion on the toothbrush instead because they have the same kind of tube packaging. good thing i realised before brushing my mouth. so yeah, i felt like shit. then before i washed the brush of, the devil reminded me that i'm wasting money washing that much nugeno facewash, so i brushed my face with a toothbrush. for 4 seconds before realising the stupidness in front of a mirror. i feel like shit.

yeah. that was that vivid reminder of the crazy bender the previous week.
and i think different people have their kind of highness when they are drunk. many of people i know is the go-crazy kind (duh). marr is the crazy laughing bitch kind that yells ''muppets!'' and ''i gotz low-blood pressshurre!'', some of my friend like adeline is the straight-up confession time kind, i got a cryer kind. my friend kevin is the violent kind, my boss is the horny kind, i have a friend that pouts and talks yabba-gu-gu-gaga language like baby when she's drunk. shit, theres so much varieties, they should make an app in facebook called: What Kind are You When Your Drunk? quiz. because i dont know how i was last night. one day i wanna experiment drawing something when im high on shit.

or fuck it, maybe ill make the whole fine art department drunk one night and then produce something after that. while dzaki videotapes everything.

HAHAHHAHALALHAHAHAH!!!



so the other friday the student welfare played Juno in the student lounge the other friday afternoon and i assume that more than half the school digs that kind of shit, because everyone turned up late for class at that time and by the looks of everyone in schoool being fashionably indie.. definitely fullhouse. i bet the student lounge would be packed with kids wearing big glasses, frilled dresses, newage bowl-cut, tights, lame leggings and polaroids over the neck.

huhuhuh.
it's bad enough juno promoted teen pregnancy. the message it sent was saying that it's ok to have a baby if your a pregnant teen and that putting it up for adoption is an acceptable alternative to an abortion.. and if you decide to keep the baby, your parents should be cool with the choice and support you.

here's an epic ultra funny site i found that was brought up when i was thinking bout that juno movie

why the fuck do you have a kid?


lolz0r, check it out:


looks like the tattoo artist used rui xiang sketch for reference, man


if he read that im sure he'd be like this:



LOL this picture never fail me.

pics of recent weeks:


night at settlers


some maze card game.

cool ass boardgame.
guesstures



move bitch get out the way.

danya did a drawing of me. flying fish, swimming bird. confused me.

juju banton:






and that crazy anannanana chic:




it all started with a bottle.

caught this woman sleeping in class.
one of the trophies i have to show off to prove that i did not suck in malay..
back then.


one of the most moving namecard.
vantage point. fuck i forgot to that the painting i did of this place on fire.

brush set lonh hangle hog ass


gwace.

some car that reminded me of tokyodrift(i wanna watch fast and furious 4. id be fucking furious if i miss it) yeah, so thats a lime green hatchback i saw on the road to school teh other day, and all it needs is dents and hulk stickers. to make it look like that tokyo drift car


speaking of tokyo, checck this out, waht happens if u add up:


tokyo mimi
+
ah lian rina
+
happy kabuki fat fuck
+
oni mask


=

my epic claymation slab. WOMG!!


needs polishing. frickin grains keep popping up like zits.


before i go,
recently i've asked myself why the fuck do i still loook like shit even after spending 45mins of shower everyday, so i looked up google for help on how to bathe properly.. so after 20 years of life experience im finally blessed!

you guys should read that up.


okay. shit. its 4am.

seacrest, out.