why is it that i feel obligated to sign in and update this shitty piece of online space when i actually enter this site to see who tagged the goddamn cbox?
*sigh*
and the thing is, nobody ever left a message so why am i writing this space now when apparently no one gives a shit, no one will ever know. *sigh #2*
ah, whatevs, at least i can call everyone a pussy. ha, i just came back from a suhweeeet trip to jb with the dudes. jay-motherfucking-b i tell you. muhhhh-lay-siaaaa. we had dinner at danga bay, which up till now i still have no idea where exactly is it because we all know that i'm a retard at navigation. real talk. all i know is that we all had excellent seafood and qamarul have the hair of a rock god. yo, remember the other time i told you guys about the tom yam noodles at newton? duuude, the shit across the causeway almost makes singpore food appear like it's goddamn tasteless mee gorengs that you tried to cook at your first attempt. yep, i said it, whut? malaysia food is superb and apparently the chicks there are despite whatever stereotypes you have about malaysian chicks, they are actually fine as hell man. i might consider marrying a minah kampung. why? because they know how to cook excellent, better than newton food and they listen to their partners. not saying that singaporean chicks are stubborn and don't know how to cook. i know how you singaporean girls will get when you see this so don't go around and tell your friends that "herman disses us and yet he still asks for numbers and give away condoms to random girls"
ick, i'm getting unfunny and it's all because you guys are lame. pussies.
but for real though, having your friends at your place and play pet society on facebook at the same time is kiiiiinda gay. just sayin'.
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