the late night show

i was blogging about the beauty of taking back sunday's vocal arrangements when, while using the photo editing software to do some image touchups, i accidentally opened some movie clip sent via msn from desmond yao.

if you wanna know what it was, msn me and i'll send it to you. all i can say is that des, you are one huge motherfucking sonofabitch.





bastard.

anyway, clubbed at momo again. free sms entry n' all, you see.

trooped down at 11 with baka sister sara, amazonian drinker amanda and stiletto heeled jenny (whom i met for the first time). my dear cousin chalk was also present.

chalk is quite proud of his drinking ability, which he claims he acquired (and mastered, or so he says) after many trips down to his homeground dbl O. he had already begun the journey to alcoholic nirvana with gusto, performing a simultaneous chugging of equal amounts of beer and wine prior to our arrival. as such, he was sweating profusely and complaining of feeling bloated while we were in the queue.

if you've ever done beer and wine or the general equivalent of a highly carbonated and non carbonated alcoholic drink in a short space of time, you too should be able to emphathise with the heart crunching pains it causes. it sucks real bad.

we did not take any pictures. i suspect everyone was too lazy.

i did meet charlene there though. apparently, she had sufficiently recovered from her state of complete and total inebriation earlier in the week, well enough to make her way down to momo past the free entry period, so she had to pay to get in.

like, what...

heh.





this photo has gone through some serious editing. for one, i have botoxed my eyebags away. so please, enough with the funny comments about my looks already. they arent always the truth.

don't always believe what you see on the net.

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this is working attire.

please do try to be polite to people wearing this attire on the streets.

im tired. gute nache!

thats german for good night, i think.