So last Saturday S brought me to Popeye's, I am in love!!! With the mashed potatoes. Sinful sinful things. They literally slide down your throat and instantly gives you a face lift, so so so good. Too good. Ah such an understatement. I don't know how to amplify more. Afterwhich we headed down to Zirca for Electric Playground. Sigh the management was at it's worst. Quoting from S's blog (I'm too lazy to elaborate on my own),
"we reached at abt 1045, we wanted to get in but couldnt, because i was holding a helmet, bouncer said "you cant bring it in." fine. ran back all the way to our parking space at liang court to dump the helmet at the bike. cool, headed back, gave my ic, "sorry the management refuse your entry" i was like -.- knn. aku tk perna dtg sini camne management leh kenal aku. aku clean bro, free time suker bunoh lipas je. tk perna rembat org. tk minum. tk isap rokok. aku syg gf aku tu psl aku turun. tried to get in to rebel, still the same. racist bastards. there we are stranded in the middle of the cannery, sha was like trying her luck like asking whether dj marcus could give me a guestlist, texting all her clubbing kakis for help. it was the dont know how many times we tried til we got sian and went to liang court to wait for bev and chris to come. so last kopek uh, back to zirca. a quick heads up from chris and bev, just smile and act gerek to the bouncer. haha! to my suprise it worked. -.- it was the same person who said i couldnt enter. i was lost. oh well most importantly i got in. so i danced a little to the right, i danced a little to the left, in the middle, threw my hat in the air, clapped to the beat, snapped my fingers, point to the sky (cocok langit), laugh at banglas dancing. WAIT! BANGLAS????? yes banglas, there were like a group of ugly banglas in Zirca. they were fucking wild and gross and fucking smelly. sorry ah, i know yall heard abt jokes abt me being as dark as bangla but fuck i think my asshole smells way nicer than them. i dont know how the management can let those pests in and not good smelling boys like me."
Yes, banglas. Sorry but I really have serious issues with them. I got flashed by one at the bus stop some time last year and I swear if my brain didn't die on me there and then, I'd probably hv kicked him right where it hurt the most. Just thoughts of the incident makes me cringe so badly. I HATE BANGLAS!!! I know we need them for construction works here but come on, I bet there are many illegal immigrants out of the whole lot. Need. To. Filter. ASAP.
O and last Monday, I went back to my alma mater alongside Lydia, with the intention to collect my testimonial from 2008 (when I graduated haha, I know right, so long ago. Blame procrastination.) but sadly I couldn't cos the clerk said that I still owed them a library book. They are still so anal about $$$ man and I couldn't be arsed to go to the atm machine to withdraw cash to pay them back. Anyway we met Hamizan for a little while. I miss you lah bodoh, makin kurus eh kau and please visor pergi tukar lah lakhanat! Buang buang duit je kene tangkap beh saman. Bodoh kan kau. Pergi tukar lah! If not, aku bakar.
And then thereafter we went to Tanglin Mall to meet with Lydia's friend, Effa for awhile too. She was working so we went there to kacau her. We were trying to kill time while waiting for Hazely to eat dinner together. To sum up the night, Hazely is a very funny boy. Left me laughing the night away until my sides hurt so bad. O ya and btw I had motion sickness on the way back home. I puked haha! K I think this entry is long enough? To those who bothered reading til here, marry me please. Kidding lah, unless you want S to slaughter you into pieces~
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