merry christmas!

that is something i'd like to say to you but who cares? i'm not wishing anybody that! there's nothing merry about it..well at least for me int his forsaken period....in the midst of report writing...both fyp and lab....i reliased something ain't right....my steam booklet ain't with me! friggin onions holy pickles...i forgot it left my side to be with someone else for abit..so there, my desire urge to do it is gone GONE!....Kepale bontot betol*....

Well...let's get to some story telling.....so if you ain't interested, please kindly move your cursor to the sign (whatever you call that "x" thing) and close this tab or window and click it hard with your oversized sausage fingers or undersized jagabee fingers....

yesterday, noor was invited to this some christmas bbq. the host called a guy named george to inform us of it. so. there. we were informed. right there. at 1134am. and we agreed at 1135am.so, it was set. A BBQ WAS expected. wrapped up the lab session for the day and rolled over to dover mrt. we touched down at the cck mrt station lobby (i think that's what you call it, the ticketing gate there...yeah, you do get the picture right?right?!) and bought some bread to stuffed our faces. went anti-you-see** and bought some gifts. essence of chicken for the forgetful. butter cookies for the helpful. loacker crackers for the fat and skinny. hahahaahah!!!!

took a cab there. and in the name of my neighbour's-sick-minded-mother-in-law, the cab smelled like the driver has just finished pooping in the cab. the smell frigging got my brain. the smell was soooo bad, even with my nose cover with my bag, it still got through. the worst thing is, he blasted the air-conditioner. he probably thought the smell would go away.and i got to say HE'S FUCKING WRONG! his arse gas concentrated at the back .oh my lord! forgive me if i have sinned! please spare me from another moment of this torment! we did reach the destination. barely concious, and staggered out of the cab. asked george and he agreed. he nearly puked his pants. asked ailin. "OH!WHAT SMELL DID THOU GET?!?THEE SMELL NOTHIN'!" verse 69, chapter 370812530785-1257.

...at the moment.i realised. she was a lucky girl. spared from the arse gas network.

and so dinner began after lurking around. and giving the gifts to the respective recipients. at least they seemed happy. i think. who cares. it's over now. and so, i thought it was a bbq only session. it turned out to be pre-cooked dinner(major), bbq(minor). no choice. had to eat. that's what i thought. but no. it wasn't. the food was not halal.

oh.....suddenly something good happened. the forgetful guy turned out to be not so forgetful guy afterall. he was thoughtful enough to think about my well....errr....(restricted menu) and got me some food from some hawker centre. well, i was grateful for that.......1 tub of hongkong noodle, i tub of fried tofu drowned in some chilli-peanut sauce and fried rice with four chicken which is i think is meant for 2. by some miracle i finished the fried rice and the bird portions. that was the biggest portion i ate to date;eversince i got kicked out of my mommy's womb....

had some chitty-chat with some old near expired homosapiens and the talked was kinda arousing engrossing...they talked about food and malaysia, food and malaysians. got a ride back to mrt and continued some aimless talkting on the train with the lucky girl and another guy. separated at clementi and got a cab and zipped back to my house i mean, flat in a mere 15 mins. showered and nearly drowned, i lay at my final resting place FOR THE NIGHT at 1123pm(no, i'm not making the times up, i really checked the clock!)

NOTE:

*kepale bontot: ass head or literally head ass(even worse)

**anti-you-see: NTUC, lah, bengap betol kau***

***bengap betol kau: literally, you're really stupid