In all 18 years of this life, I've never had shit on me besides my own. Never stepped on dog poo, never had a deranged elderly person fling faeces at my face.
"I mean, honestly, it's pretty damned ridiculou.. fuck."
I stopped and froze, a cold, uneasy feeling creeping up the nerves in my body.
"Ian?"
"Fuck fuck fuck. I think a bird crapped on me."
"No, I don't see anything."
"Fuck you it crapped on me."
With great trepidation I gingerly brushed the mercilessly violated area of my hair.
My fingers came with a sticky mixture of yellowish liquid encompassing a soft brown paste.
Ian was not pleased.
Yeah so I ran to the toilet and washed the fucking shit off, then proceeded to look like a downy who played with water, half my hair wet. Fuck. Chester and MC bought 4D, the fuckers. Hell it must be my lucky day.
See I'm fine with nothing good happening, I just pray that shit doesn't happen. Oh wait..
Anyway, we headed to Golden Mile for dinner. Now I have no idea why Chester wanted his belated birthday celebration there. Belated? Oh yeah, because on the 18th of June, Lum decided Sonia was more important.
Anyway, great pains were had looking for the place. The cabby kept repeating Golden Mile and Beach road, until he confused not just our destinations, but us as well. Jeebus, just answer the question, shut up, and drive next time. He did not get tips.
The whole place was like this, Little Thailand thing, very reminiscent of Paramount, except it was slightly bigger, had Thais instead of Filipinos, and smelled twice as bad. I have no idea what or where the smell came from, but MC commented it was like rabbit piss.
We got there and wandered around for like half an hour and quoting the same line in Tropic Thunder over and over.
"We lost man, we super fuckin lost man!"
Once again great pains were had to have the dinner, but I was stuffed beforehand so nothing much went in.
Then we had shisha at Arab Street. Wow tobacco is good. It's not good for you good, but it sure as hell feels good. Like cigarettes but without the crappy, smoky taste. In fact you can have mint and green apple (which we did) which makes it very very enjoyable.
But yeah usual health hazards you associate with cigarettes apply. Nicotine, the stuff that women also seem to feed you with, tar and a smattering of chromium amongst others I couldn't be arsed to read.
Having said that, I don't think anyone can deny they felt really, really good. Joy said "Wah very long never see you happy until like that liao."
Yeah and it took substance abuse to get it. Lmao.
Some bridges were modified, and it sounds like the vocals are more pronounced, but the real deal's with the added strings in the background. My god they bring out the song so much more. Awesome song gets more awesome.
Side note, Melvin had me listen to Trivium's cover of Master of Puppets (I'm lagging, I know.) and I don't know if I can say I like the original better. Fantastic cover by Trivium. Now to check out some Apolcalyptica stuff, apparently they do wicked cello covers of Metallica songs.
Oh and yes, there is a difference in quality between using a phone to play music and using an iPod. Where's my fucking iPhone now?
Either someone's piggybacking on my connection or Shithub's screwing around again. My internet's running like a Russian worker with too much vodka to drink.
On normal days blogger takes an unholy amount of time to load. Bloody chore just to get this post up.
I swear if it's someone stealing my bandwidth I will fucking molotov his house. Can't a guy even go home after study to an internet connection he subscribed and paid for? Oh I guess not. Even on good days Shithub doesn't run as advertised.
It's an error they'll 'look into', but they must have dog piss in their eyes, because they sure as hell ain't finding any problems.
Last I heard their competitors, Singfail, has internet connection like a Polish tank ie. Doesn't run! We don't even have fiber optics in here, something the US has had for years. Instead we opt for some shitty Wirelag@SG that has the stability of the car industry in US. OH wait, they are stable, stable at making sustained losses, and the government rains cash on them like they're loaded. HELLO DEFICITS.
At least it's free, can't complain.
Still, my internets, IT AIN'T WORKING RIGHT. FUCK. I will kill kittens if this keeps up.
Not shopped.
Shopped.
Amazing what makeup and photoshop can do that god can't. Lol. Had me go ¯\(º_o)/¯ .
I EVEN HELPED MAKE A FANCOVER OF THE BOOK!!!! IT'S SO PRETTIFUL!
Actually, this is where all the books should end up.
Three friends recently spent an evening sharing drinks and exchanging insults at a local cafe in the southeastern province of Svay Rieng. Their companionable arguing continued for hours, until one man pulled out a 25-year-old unexploded anti-tank mine found in his backyard.
He tossed it under the table, and the three men began playing Russian roulette, each tossing down a drink and then stamping on the mine. The other villagers fled in terror.
Minutes later, the explosive detonated with a tremendous boom, killing the three men in the bar. "Their wives could not even find their flesh because the blast destroyed everything," the Rasmei Kampuche
You know what's the funniest line in this article?
pulled out a 25-year-old unexploded anti-tank mine found in his backyard.
Wow. So how'd it go?
look guys i have a mine in my backyard
lol
looks dangerous man don't screw with it
nah says here made in china
lol
The other villagers fled in terror.
The villagers had the right idea. You will not win. True enough, they didn't.
Lesson learned? You are NOT an elephant. The Cambodians seem to think otherwise, though.
Yes. Reality is the worst game ever. You will not win. You will never win. It's an ingenius trap by the universe.
Anyway, this time it wasn't my fault, really!
See there was this really odd guy sitting one table away from us. Why odd? Well for starters he kept staring at us. Then we realized he was wearing a tag. Some Touch thing was written on it. I figured real quick he was well, they don't like to be called abnormal or handicapped, so I'll leave it at not like most of us.
Somehow he was very fascinated with Joy and kept mimicking whatever she did. Jesus it was very, VERY disturbing. He'd smile stupidly to himself and try to make utterances that sound remotely similar to what we say.
So I tried to be a mime and it was apparently too difficult for him to imitate. Yeah. Nail head, meet hammer.
Okay I admit, it was pretty mean doing stupid things to try get him to imitate us. We tried sticking middle fingers at each other but damn, he couldn't find his pointer.
Lulz all around, but hey, we do our CIP and shit.
It's been a fun day, so here are more pictures.
Take some more unglam photos la Joy. We are creative people and can caption anything!
What a hater.
Okay I kid, but really, this sudden void in your usual schedule comes as quite a shock. Time to fill it in with redundant things like studying. Wonderful.
Dinner today at Marche's was great. Never knew such an awesome place existed at Vivo, but I suppose the queue convinced me I lived under a rock. The sour cream served with the rosti was to kill for, went perfect with the potato. I'm not connoisseur or cam whore, so I'll just stop at the food was great, you're spoiled for choice. Company was more important.
A few days back I caught Sin City at Darren's place, damn that film, seriously. Everybody's a goddamn super human. Some big guy gets hit like 4 times and spins 360 in the air and ground. He just groans and gets up. Fuck, he didn't even put a hand to his injury. WTF?
But other than that the film noir style was much, much, MUCH appreciated. Max Payne (game, not the crappy movie) got me into this whole hardboiled film noir stuff, so yeah, glad to see it in Sin City. Great twists, fantastic art direction. I really recommend it.
I have a picture up on faise.. I mean stalkerbook. No it's not on my profile. It was forced up there by a certain someone, goddamn. Nothing can go wrong though, right?
Fuck Murphy's Law.