(Tuesday, October 11, 2005)
last weekened had been bloody good.
actually last weekend was the best weekend i'd ever had since i imposed the silly caveat on myself. choking up an excuse like you're depressed is sure as hell a good excuse to ditch everyone and curl up in the room for some big time soul searching.
definition: soul searching always involves a rack of movies and plenty of music sampling. and not to mention being completely anti-social.
so the opening gala to celebrate the comeback of my unexciting yet disaster-prone social life had to be with somebody with a notion of intelligent levity, like steph and mun and not some random loud callow everything-but-content black barbarian dude. the night is based on mun and steph playing doctors (no, unfortunately, steph wasn't in any sort of uniform) to prescribe a working cure for my sleeping disorder, talks which includes how chemical brothers rock harder than prodidy, how sucky a sadistic punk rock band is and a truckload of nonsense which i can't really recall.
then post-mortem saturday round #1107 was celebrated cherishly in some posh pancake shop. the highlight wasn't the oh-this-is-great-pancake of the pancake but my lousy best friend actually melted right in front of a pancake. she was beaming cluelessly like a hyena. oh, yes, special one she is. most eccentric and pathetic, in a good way.
at night, the hyena, jenny and i invaded tamarind springs and shamelessly maimed half of the food in the menu. we left the shop stuffed like christmas turkey and bloated with all the intention for a photography session in the most happening '9 Gods' temple in ampang. we had to cancel cause there was a massive traffic choke in ampang at 10pm. no one know where all these cars came from...
*i'll put on pictures soon.
**maybe i won't.
11:06 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
