Wednesday, May 31, 2006
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I have no idea where the word de-virginialtation came from... but i created so OWNED YA it's MINE!
A few weeks ago, Don and Clara came to me and asked it i were game for a night of fun. Yeah of course i was game... like duh... i'd give up anything to play warcraft. They laughed and said,"No no no" (yes, at the same time, same pace. They're twins." Which was then they told me of this UNDERAGE party at the MOS on the 30th of May.
For me.... Underage girls (16 and around there) + MOS = FUN + SIN.
I looked at them, took a deep breath and smiled,"Count me in."
I never told me mom or sis about it... and pretty much kept it way from my blog. So ... SURPISE, ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!! LOL.
Ticks were at 18 bucks a piece. I was told it was meant for Under 16s (or maybe it was under 18, above 16... cos we dun want our baby brother to club so soon, rite?) so i asked my first and highly reliable clubbing contact if he has heard any of this.
Mr. Anugerah-Skrin-Top-5-Contestant, Shah, says," Noh... i never hear before...".
Speculation.....
But i forgot the issue anyways because, as i've learnt from reading wewank.blogspot.com, these kinda stuff will normally have more dicks than holy grails on the dancefloor so i didnt really bother if it was underage or not. ANyways there were more problems.... it was on a TUESDAY!
and it's a SCHOOLING WEEK across singapore if you're from NP, NYP and TP. My gawd... i jsut sold myself to the devil; clubbing in exchange for my dear dear dear diploma in Film, Sound and Video.
I tried turning it down at all but Don gave the usual,"it's already been paid for, dickhead Juggernaut Xmen you...". Fine.
btw pls dont swear with the word "dickhead".. i find that thing extremely ugly after it's been distinguished from the rest of the penis. So dont. It's rude. Use CCB because that is so true.
Two days ago Don called me while i was on the way home from school. It was around 11am, and he asked,"Wanna go swim?". I called my private jet and was soon at Yishun swiming complex, complete with my swimming gear; goggles and an unbelievably tight pair of swimming shorts - I sure hope it's cos my pelvis grew.... not my butt.
Aside from the usual swim-2-laps-and-we're-knocked-out thing and the bizarre encounter with a patron in red swim trunks who stares at people named "Donald" and "Audi" very intently in the bathroom and pool, uh... ok wait.. the sentence is too long... i forgot what i wanted to say.
Don and I had a chat.
"Don i dont get it"
"what?"
"Why do you want to get pissed drunk?"
"i donno. i wnt to cause i cant get drunk"
"that makes no sense."
"aiya nothing la."
"lol ok. Just slim down as much as you can first. if clara gets drunk as well i need to carry two people and that is not gonna be fun."
"ya ya carry us.."
"yeah.. then while u two are drunk int he middle of the night... then... (CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED SHERYL DUN CHEEKY LA LOOK AWAY PLS) "
"WAH LAU YOU KNNBCCB"
WE got out of the pool after that, freezing our butts off (my butt fell into the baby pool) and showered ourselves. The creepy red trunks guy came in soon after and i caught him staring at us while we were in our boxers that were wet a bit. He just HAD to choose the shower cubicle infront of us and come out with his pink faded underwear so i called Don and told him about that fag. We left immedietely. Don had to save his virginity, i had to save my dicknity.
I brought him to my favourite prata shop. He found a huge bug in my curry but ate the already-dipped prata anyways. We were in the quiet shop talkin about all the softy-topics relating to the overused term,"friendship" since we were near a very monumental and important place (for us). If that soccer field didnt exist, we'd all be DOTA friends only. I just couldnt stand that bug he put on the side of my plate. Bury it for god's sake!
Yesterday morning i sat down in Don's room, scratching my head and thnking about my 2-act screenwriting script. For some reason, i can never grasp the concepts of two act structures. I asked Don to listen to me pitch my breakthrouhg story and the bastard continued flying his bird in WOW. I hope his bird gets killed by a big bird poo. (WOW = World of Warcraft for all you losers... and that dont visit clara's blog.) Pretty soon i reached for a mattress and picked a comforter.
"This isnt clara's, rite?"
"No."
I made myself at home.. with some limits (no no no being naked in broad daylight in your friend's room is taboo. In boxers a size too small is fine.). I tried working on my script again but fell asleep in the most uncomfortable position - under the roller's of Don's chair.
It was seven. The photo shop below has gotten my Cam and Lighting Ass 1 pictures ready. Mrs. Teo has came home as well. I packed up the matresses and all. Don folded the comforter.
"Audi you know what..."
I nod my head in question.
"...actually my mom uses this comforter."
KNNCCB DA NIAO SAI !!!

"I really hope henry doesnt bring his baby blue jacket to MOS. It's... - uhm."
and when the five of us met up, henry was carrying the jacket. I laughed my ass off. This time it flew to the assholes who take such a long time to get off an escalator.
We had a special guest this time; JASON!
The big bad motherly boy (i just made him sound gay) who saved my ass from China punks (ohh the sheer hatred we have for them) and constant reminder that cameras are evil and i wil get beaten up just for carrying one all the time. Damn Jason.... you gotta give my camera some slack.
Aik got himself some shiny stuff for his hands; a ring and a watch..... and now has this habit of punching ppl. The ring's cursed, i tell ya!
btw... my old buddy Vis-kia ( i used the term "my" because if i said "ours", it'll be politically incorrect.) called and said he was comng along. Wootz. He's always such a party animal. and no i dont feel "weird" or "stupid" hanging around with him knowing the fact he's been called something along the lines of "womanizer". likewise, I've been called the most romantic guy around but helloooooo??? Same logic.
Then i get this anonymous call on my phone. This guy with deep, huffing and puffing voice was on the other side of the phone, literally. So i asked him to move away.
"hello? is this Audi? Phone number 968342**?" came this really really mean sounding voice. It was almost sinsiter.
"Yeah... who's this?"
"Noone. I just wanna say...."
"....."
"..... THAT YOUR READERS ARE GETTING BORED YOU FARKFACE FASCIST!"
click.
Dude.... damn you guys didnt have to that you know.
 I thought of following sarah's style of montage editing... but this time i'm doign it with my pictures proportioned...
HERE'S THE CHEESECAKE
We got down at Clarke Quay MRT, followed the trial of some of the most trendy teens (which none of them exists in my smal little noob group) across the bridge and to MOS.
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