round ticket to prague.
(Monday, February 06, 2006)
...and there ain't no war in my head now...you seem very beautiful to meso the bloody long holiday is over. fucking over. the end. the fucking credits are rolling. tsk tsk. well, don't be jealous, i'm going to prague for a vacation next month courtesy of all the money i bagged from genting, 4D, friends etc. prague baby! the very city where they filmed the movie triple x. and some other significant movies. alright, i'm not THAT fucking shallow, there's more to it than that...well, let me see, i think they filmed james bond there too. praque is actually this mysterious little town where all the terrorist in the world plan their evil scheme.
right...i didn't win enough for prague. but i would love to go there. fuck paris. (not hilton heir, paris, but paris the city, paris)
anyway, there goes the chinese new year and the latest topic of conversation now is the valentine's day. V-day. all my mates were going like,
what are you gonna do on V-day? or
what are you gonna buy him/her for V-day? all those questions make me sweat like an american horse on a field day to attack the red indians. is it ever necessary to EVER brace a modern coperate sales boosting strategy to get something for
that special someone whom claim you love so gracefully? how different is giving presents on valentine's day than any other day, say last sunday?
because...it's where everyone show their appreciation to the love of their life? like muthafucking mother's/father's day as well, this friend of mine, Dopey (not his real name) has no intention and commitment whatsoever to spend any concrete moment of his wealthy social life with his family but he goes for dinner with them on that particular day. well, i think he deserves to be fucked ass up by bunch of hungry gay elephants. just because the cunt thought it's reasonable to spend more time with them on that day and the rest of the year, he treats them like his african american slaves. (i can't use the phrase 'nigga' cause it's politically incorrect so it seems)
so this whole big fucking hype about some whatever muthafucking day could earn the truthful merits as much as the fact O.J is innocent or Alexander the great is straight. or Britney Spears or Jessica Simpson were virgins. or George Bush is actually not very stupid. period. i say, no more dramas. do whatever you want whenever youb fucking want. but for the record, on diplomatic basis, there is need to do something on V-day. but it's still really fucking silly to go and line up with another 20,000 couples for a table at any decent restaurant.
there is an alternative. thinking outside the box crap. cook. make sure you make reservation for two beds in hospital for food poisoning cause i believe some fucking moron would thought about the same thing too. as for the fire department, it's not a urban legend that they double their manpower on febuary 14th.
have a nice day, st valentine. thank you for all the trouble.
