Good new shit!!! Yesterday, I bought the Green Day album, Bullet In A Bible. It was so so cool so cool that im telling you its nearly a warning. Thanks Tre Cool. The songs are not gay.. Didn't know the fans in United Kingdom are so mad wild, man.. and also my, oh my, what a bang for my buck buck. The album is so value-for-ye-money that the music is so enthralling coool and pure hard rock in your fat face. Straight blast to a full-blown facial.. Hands down, bar none since Limp Bizkit's, The Chocolate Starfish and the Hotdog Flavored Water. Im saying this because the album is that cool that when you go to sleep, you would be like "omg wtf i shoulda listen to that shit again" then you would like slice your sleep period to half just by listening to it and woke up the next day telling yourself "that shit was good"which soon after awhile branding yourself a Green Day fan.
Okay, Im not exaggerating one bit nor performing a non-profit advertisement for this band. I woke up at 4pm today. Its just that cool. Youknowwhati'msaying?
Well, yesterday, after buying that shit from the music store in Novena Square, i went home and like wanna go to Cine to buy the small pink Gloomy Bear thingy and i was like tryin to like make it match my boring black iPod so that it would add an additional feature to make it look sissy-metrosexual-cool. Then, i received a call from Mr Inuyashit.And it goes like this:
"Ay, Stupid!! Want anot? Go eat and then play pool. Or how about this la, we going K after that? Want anot???"
then i said "what the fuck is K?" (at the point i was thinking that we would be like taking the drug Ketamine or shit like that because i know whats a K okay. And this guy sounds like his 'high' into that shit) then he said "K-Box la stupid" and i was like 'oh' then i told tat guy to call me later when hes confirmed and shit. The whole conversation has one word to describe it: Touching. Who the fuck do he think i am? Some kinda full-time beng that eat out everyday, play pool just to make themself feel cool when there are other waaay better things funner to do than that besides arcade which is under my category of beng-or-trying-to-be-beng-but cannot-make-it sport.(nothing wrong with playing pool or arcade, but its just that it has been stereotyped with common bengsters) and also adding another techno-bling to the beng factor is: Kbox. A.K.A Karaoke. Its like wtf man...Simply imagine: Me, a mic, a tv with cheesy emo mv with glowing words careening across the bottom of the screen and last but not least and also the best,the omg Cantonese music. A standard wtf. Class. Im talking abt me. Yea. Me. In that shit. Not gonna happen hose'. So they was like yo lets go to Parklane. A standard Ah Beng hangout but nevermind its still an okay place to hang hang since what happened when Edmund bike was stolen. Actually Edmund's bike RIM got stolen. I was in the police back seat dammit. Tell you more somedays later. So back to Parklane. We played arcade... nevermind..well, we met up with two more of our frens and played common shits. Sega Daytona.Puzzle Bobble. House of the Dead. Street Fighter 2. OMG. But nevermind then they wanna eat somewhere which wtf i dunno. So i go astray from them as they eat some chicken rice or something like that from a place called Kopi and Tea Place which is just beside Meat U There. I went to a food bazaar and there was a Ramly stall. Like omg i thought that shit was only available in Malaysia? Their burgers are like THE SHIT baby. Then I tried something different so i chose the Cheese Hotdog.And the word Cheese really matches to its name. Hotdog bun inside lightly fried with egg,chilli sauce and mayo(duh!),some veggie,cheddar cheese, sprinked cheese and a cool cheese injected sausage. Then after eating, we met up, and wadyaknow? More Arcade.Arcade Arcade Arcade. Played the punch machine and the techno sequence game just like Dance Dance.. then after that we went out, trying to decide where to go. Well lets just say, Mr Inuyashit was there simply spelling the decide is the mother of all decide. He needa pause and think. Its just like adding (him)gasoline into the decide fire. Simply wasted 20 minutes of my life just deciding. Its just going on circle. What if can? What if cannot? then after that, he would ask again What if can?.... One group wanna go La Viva in CHIJMES and the other wanna go home and play maple. Then the other says, the moon is still nice so lets go around town. So i was like wanna go home since its gonna rain. Plus i forgot, i got to buy some baking stuff for my momma cos shes baking some Oatmeal Cookie. So cant go to the Cold Storage there cos its already 11pm. So the nearest supermarket still open in the 10km radius is: Mustafa. So we split and some went home while i go to Mustafa. The place was unbelievably packed the fuck out.. just realised it was Saturday. Place was filled with bangl-oops i mean foreign worker. Luckily, there was no aerosol snow spray sales there. Heard of the molest case? and.. luckily i coverd my nuts. Heard of gay banglas? ok... so i went in and was like in a search of self-raising flour. I asked alot of the dudes there. Out of 3 ,near none understands what the fuck is English. Then divine interventions came. I saw my cousin with her soon-to-be husband. They are 20y/o plus yuppie and i asked her where can i find my shits.. Smooth jab of her finger points to the direction area with a babble of useful guides. Then, waddyaknow? i found it. so i buy that plus some milk and a canned butter and magazines and 6-pack can of cokes. Then after that i went home. Saw my dad and my sis(not the bimbo) watching wrestling.Put the Green Day album to the stereo radio. Bathed. I know, my speakers are loud ya? Yea. broke the barrier of my room and my toilet wall. Got out. Wear my Homer Simpsons boxers. Turned that shit off(radio)... After that, i went asleep and was like "omg wtf i shoulda listen to that shit again"...
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