somebody call nine one one

okay, this post would be filled with nothing in regards to anything going on in the world, social issues or current affairs. i have no materials to discuss anything blog-worthy, so due to this, in my part i am sorry. for that, i would pass you a copy of the Economist if you found this apology disatisfying. its all nightlife and photo evidence that would bring me closer and closer to hell, man. specially during the puasa month. i dont want to vanquish in hell, that explains the entire reason why im seeking forgiveness to almost everything. this entire paragraph would sound so fucking silly after hari raya. hoho.

so this was like just now in zouk. it was kenrick's birthday:

his cousin, grace. ultra-interesting. she drove me home just now. very very embarassing.

anthony tai was spotted drunk half past ten sporting a bengster hair and branded clothes.
robin
the kaki
it was kenrick's birthday today. and thats him downing 2 flaming lambos.

and assile(elissa) got me this overpriced mambo king badge for my birthday present in advance.

mamboing in the deli.

upon entering the shop, the shop attendant was like: womg, are you like from nafa??

and i was like: um, like yeah, im dealing with fine arts

and she was like: me too! but im in fashion mercc.. hi my name is mandy.

oh, and i realised, shaneman is like fuckin' famous in school..

jennie after our 12km hike down and up in macritchie

social house. you fuckers better attend horr!!

not clear inside because im using my sis's hp that time. i think the club has one of the lowest and dimmest lighting in singapore. but the entire spot is like roman colloseum massive man..

seline, shes gonna be like my pr manager for the saturday event.

stereolounge. the after-party spot after crossville's. some 'uncle club' which in term of atas-ness, i found really intimidating

drinking in the coach

after corssville's event, we were transported to pan pacific hotel in a chartered coach filled with drunk and hyperactive party revellers. the atmosphere inside is soo happening. after the trip, i think i completely understand the concept of pimping the interior of limousines. because i've always thought that limousines or luxury vans with the insides that resembled Vivocity and megaclubs - completely stupid.

someone drove the ferrari F1 to the event. hoho.. imagine driving the car, and stopping at the lights, and then a cement trucks runs over and crushes you because the F1 car is so low, the driver didnt notice. huhuh..
kyandi's pink doc martens

moping cos i came for an exhibiton, but turned out to be some rave technoparty.
kyandi


kyandi again.
moustache
n00bs can't triforce
juhardy's first time clubbing experience
lol. this picture looks like he's gonna go straight to hell. huhuh.



we were supposed to wear this glasses throughout the night.


i super-the-like this picture, cross her eyes out.

ben loves white fluids

danya's experiment:

paint a nice still life of flowers on a crystal vase

then pour a layer of linseed and turpentine concoction:

and then cry.

matthew was pissed the other time. and jr was like messing around with him.

being such a deep person, he charged his pent up utter resentment into a fist. so, in hellenisticly exaggerated and poetic motion, he laid his vengeance with fervour upon his adversary with onecataclysmic blow. i swear i heard gospel music in the room after that:

bung kai

breaking fast: 2 egg prata, 1 kosong prata and a big corn prata.

this is tiffanie modelling for some boutique in orchard

this picture is fucking hilariousss...

son..... i am disappoint.

francesca would freakout everytime if i dont post an image of her in my blog, so heres her screen cap in facebook. she would like to prove everyone that she's beyond famous by showing off her current fried request tally:

blabalblaba.. yeah, the screen cap shows a mac. ( i dont use a mac. mac users shops at topshop)

and im doing this to prove my point that i dont voluntarily do this for her so yeah....

holyshit my humour has gone down the drain peoples lately. you have to save me guys.

see you at social house on saturday.

signing off, seacrest out.