last friday night was… intoxicating! bar savanh… puking… fuck that! no more…

anyways, last saturday we went to Aariz’s (Apau and Tini’s son) 1st birthday party. best la dia… kecik-kecik dah ada banyak uncles and aunties yang bakal mencorakkan grafiti-grafiti tak senonoh on his kain putih. they had GREAT food! GREAT GREAT FOOD! nasi tomato and delicious ayam merah, spaghetti carbonara, roti jala, cheesecake, etc… goddamn… sedap gila!

me and yanz went out shopping on Sunday to buy some stuffs for our hantaran. we shopped a lot! i managed to buy all the hantaran stuffs i need, and that is quite comforting coz i can concentrate on spending for other things after this. yanz got a few stuffs for me too. i looove the Ray-Ban shades b!

i was reading the Star this morning and the first article that grabbed my attention was the little one on the right on the front page. see the online version below:

It’s War Against Designer Drug Abuse

damn… they’re gonna start targetting dance parties (but it seemed that they already have). this is not helping in my paranoia department at all man! i don’t think i dare to go to the Roger Sanchez event at the end of the month. paranoid… paranoid android…

i’ve said for many times that i’m gonna stop partying. i want to, but the evil forces of satan is too strong for me to resist. right now, the evil forces are manifested in the human forms of Apek, Bullet and Mon. me and yanz brought them to their first-ever rave in Zoukfest Genting, and now they’re the ones pestering us to go.

if we go, we might tag along with Amirul and stay clean. so Amirul, kalau ko nak privacy to usha awek in the sneaky mode that you always do, cakap dulu ok. kitorang tak kacau. haha!

and i’m starting to get intolerant to the sakit badan after-effects of rave parties. maybe osteoperosis is kicking in. maybe i need to start drinking Anlene.

numerous grammar mistakes edited by yanz the cikgu english