God please, don't ever erase these memories


I hate waking up in the middle of the night because it made think about stuff.

Because most of my stuff occurred after 12am. Those are the best hours of my life from the time I turned 13 up until now.

I remembered we would sneak out at night and stole my mom's car to drive to the beach with friends. Back then, I wasn't even allowed to drive at night.

We would sing in the car, and our theme song would be the Armageddon soundtrack which I forgot the title. haha!

I remembered one of my girl friends, elma, would pee underneath a table just because she couldn't hold it in. WTF!!!! LMFAO

Taking pictures like crazy. Racing with the police. Stealing in Nike shop.

One of the craziest night in my life, was when we were in KL and in search of a porno DVD. LOL!

We managed to find one secluded at the back of a normal CD store. The girls went crazy seeing pussy and boobies posted all over the wall while us guys just stare blankly at the god's greatest gift. hahaha

After we bought one very particular DVD labelled B272 (LOL!!), we immediately went in search for a computer to watch it! wtf

We went to each cyber cafe that could play cd but to no avail. So we did the most crazy thing you can do in public, accessing online porno. Mind you, I became the CCTV monitor guy. I helped blocked the CCTV in the cyber cafe.

Amazing what teenagers are capable of these days!

Okay the weirdest part of watching a porno with your girl friends was the fact that they keep saying it hurts because the guys had such huge dicks. wtf spoiler

I missed you guys!!!!

I cannot believe my friend went to India along with his PS2


Okay recently my friend just got back from India (he's not Indian!!!) for a holiday. He's a med student so you could only imagine the stress he's having.

So we met for a while when he got back before leaving for Sabah, and we met again a couple of days ago before he left for India.

I noticed his bag was bulkier than before so I asked;

Me: Aswan, why is your bag bulky?

Aswan (the friend): *laughs* You'll never guess what I had in it.

Me: Whaaaat? Show me bitch!

Aswan: *pulls out a large book* Do you remember our SEM project during high school? The thick paper which consist of nothing but scanned information about wood carving?

Me: Yeah? Why the hell would you bring that to India?

Aswan: *laughs* of course not! I used the back side of the scanned ones to print out the walkthrough for my Final Fantasy 12 (or 13) game.

Me: whatthefuck? You don't even have the time to play Final Fantasy let alone a PS!

Aswan: See? That's why you'll never guess what's in my other bag. It's a PS2!

Me: OHMYGOD! I cannot believe you did that! Who the fuck brings PS2 to India while studying to become a doctor?

Aswan: I know right?



LMFAO WTF!!! That's all he had to say!!! hahahahahahahahhaha


I think you wouldn't want to end up in his clinic one day. Trust me.

Laugh, bitch!


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Bouncers are fuckers


I fucking hate them so much.

fuck fuck fuck

I know I just worked with them for like 2 months but they really are a pain in my motherfucking ass.

I hope they die early and suck cocks in hell.

I know I wasn't suppose to say this, but bouncers are below me. They are waaaay below anyone for that matter.

Giving me orders and instructions are not acceptable. Even my manager said I was being too nice to them for following what they say.

Today, I reached my limit. For fuck's sake, the bouncer finally quit.

I don't ever care. Just do some ass-fucking job outside if you can find any.
 
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