it's an unusual smoky rainy sunday afternoon as i dance my fingers on this black and silver keyboard, completing my 3rd consecutive entry. congrats to me for being so unexpectedly consistent. you guys are just enjoying this aint it..just sittin there..waiting for something or nothing at all to tag abt..

well
after "go die" i woke up at round 5 plus, slightly less than 2 hours being awake till breakfast.
it was cheating.

night greeted with the black as my partner.
we suddenly found ourselves some really derteh shoes.
his matching top would be a sweater with nothing inside.
overlookin our kopi table was this really nice lookin hokkien mee.

and i was thinkin..damn it looks nice.


in light of the very sensitive issue of irving's grandpapa's passing on
i have exchanged more words than 2, with some old folks.
old guy 1 was mr lapricon. a feisty spirited pakcik with a walkin stick, who's an owner of masjid al amin , the one nearest to dover. he is really cheeky, switching voice to gay jap, to manly british. he says he will include in his doa for sulaiman's dad and my mom. he also invited us over for raya. what a guy.

old guy 2 was non other than my accounts teacher krishna
he swears he works like a slaveee
he amazingly said with his own curry tongue and a bob of the head, 'work before family'
ming hao and i was like what the fff
being a victim or new world slavery, he even said that, 'it's the way of life'
and i was like. duuude....tt cant be right.


so when ur skin ages and the tattoo of cute jerry sags down to ugly zombie
what will u be?..