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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

ok 2005, thats a wrap.

my, that was fast. a good year i reckon, albeit too little time was spent makin out and way too much money was spent on, well.. nothin important.

i'm not one to keep to resolutions so this year i'ma keep it simple enough, i'ma save enough money for a japan trip in 07' and somethin else not really important. if i could only remember what it was. ah wait... yes, my education.

what did you do for the new year's? i bet i know.

i bet you went to kl with your best group of friends to party like you should and deserve. you came early, booked the hotel, and waiting for the night, you spent your time shopping and eating the cheapest food around, because well, to party you need money. on new year's eve you get all dressed up, with shoes and clothes you just bought at a sale downtown. you thought you were cool, you talked loud and looked down on everyone else, if you had an apple you would have even done a carlito spit on them uncool bastards. most of all you thought you were gonna have a night to remember somewhere away from home and you laugh at the thought of the now realtively boring and conservative parties you have back home where your other friends would be goin. you cant believe you had it this good. you start imagining those crazy wild ass parties where girls wearing just a bra were way overdressed. you think of how many girls you were goin to make out with that night because it was your night. it had to be. so you handover your id(passport; cause you were cool like that) to bam-bam at the door. he says 'oh singapore..' and you made a yeah-bitch-you-be'tta-recognise look on your face. that was when you heard, 'cannot, tak cukup umur.' you clear the wax from your ear to hear again, this time he gives a sign language for no-no that you wouldn't wanna argue wit. you cant believe it. you refuse to be defeated. then you find yourself face down in the toilet bowl in a friend's hotel toilet, drunk and puking out the d.i.y. lychee martini you just had. but you realise this isn't so bad, at least there's no midnight charge. erm yeah, anythin to make yourself feel better.

oh wait, maybe that never happened. you know how i love to speculate.. and i'm not sayin that just to make you feel better... yeah.

that being said, happy new year and yeah good fight, good night.

p.s. spending the new year drunk as fuck with your head in the toilet bowl puking the stuff you had the morning before IS fuckin rock and roll. okaaay.

Sufian at 12:44 AM

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