dummy's guide to poison a pervert mind.
(Sunday, October 02, 2005)
most played: mogwai's cody.
the sunway developers organised a
get to you know neighbour party in the event of launching my new house. there's a buffet. so all the cheapskates in my new neighbourhood rammed themselves into a bandwagon and shamelessly headed for the party. they brought along grandma, great grandma, maid, son, wife and everyone else that matters like their friends and their bloody dog too. it was THAT happening.
there were lotsa food like curry, and satay and the usual shit people serve in house warming buffet it wasn't important anyways. but then i saw the most divine, liew's version of holy grail (or unholy in that sense) there. they had a keg of beer! a whole muthafucking keg!!! that is like 165 fucking cans of beer. since mom and dad wasn't around, i arrogantly unleash my perpetual fetish for alcohol and made up my mind that i shant give a fuck all on my neighbour
(oh well, i'm gonna get to know them sooner or later. the latter sounds better). oh yeah, there were wine and a bottle of black label too. but i didn't take any of those.
so everyone attacked the food section while i shy away from everyone and quietly drilled a hole and shove my debonair looking fun straw into the sanctified keg. then i drained the whole keg in less than 10 minutes. haha, not really, nobody can do that. unless you're a t-rex. once munch and it's gone. i'm still hungover so it's totally alright for me to drone on nineteen acres gibberish. anyway, the lager was shit anyways so i didn't souse myself with it.
then i went home for a shower and all that cleaning chorus and the effect from the beer was receeding. that's beer for you. the withdrawal starts the minute you make the slightest wiggle on your right fourth toe.
the end. most morose post award winner.
ulta beer (lousy?) and early withdrawal. ultimate snag.
of chapter one at least.
haha, of course there was a backup plan. somehow i had a bottle of sauvignon blanc at my expense, in the secret underground nuclear-proof chamber, next to my mortar launcher. there was mogwai (which i reluctantly picked up from the store because my wallet is flat) and continuous porn show in mute, some wine and gaiman's anansi boys. it sounds utterly complete until my tummy start to thunder.
bing!
bang!boom!and those funny sounds, you know. so i checked myself into a restaurant, for the shittiest food i ever had in months. for the record, if i was anywhere sober, there's no chance in hell i'd take that shit.
so i ate that pile of obscene-tasted food, went home, read a few lines of anansi boys until my eyes were filtered by a layer of blurry miasma.
