Well, too bad we didn't take any pictures. Coincidence had caught my HelloMoto out of battery, ordered my conscience to ignore my camera when leaving the house, and filled Jote's phone with nonsensical, space-consuming messages and other documents. So i'd just wanna mark this event in my diary so that when we grow wise and white, we remember what stupid things we did when we were dumb and black the fun, laughter, peace and joy we had experienced during our childhood days.

Sam and I arrived at a conclusion that we were charged guilty for adopting unproductive behaviour and experiencing boredom on a Thursday night. Surfing the snail-speed internet and hopelessly channel-surfing on the idiot box consumed our souls inside out till the last cold-hard neuron in us.

Nevertheless, we soon realized that factual reality sent us a message of motivation and determination, denying the catastrophic outcome if we were to resume our unproductive behaviour at home. Thus, we decided to engage an adventure into the Outside World of NightLightsAndCarCrashes nearby stalls across the bridge of Khazak Dum Jalan Damansara. Grouping with Hann Tsong, son of Nissan Teh-rano, Jote, son of Pro-Jon Wira, and Sam, son of Perodua Kelisam, we marched into the cold wars of sipping Coffee and Tea along with some supper snacks, one they call, "Mumtaj".

wtf.

Sam alarmed us with his announcement, inspired by the delicious and savoury dish with the name "Village Rice" but somehow they pronounce it as Nah-See-Go-Ring-Come-Pong. Aiyo so we went to Nasi Kandar opposite lah. then we eat there la. on the second floor la. then we ordered some drinks. and then we talked about random stuff. and then jon couldn't stop trying to remember one of his old friend's name, someone he bumped into, not recently. And then we paid our bill and then we walked to the car, and guess who we saw! Hun Yee, Chong, Chong's brother, Marck and Hui Xin!

This is my blog ok. I can do whatever i want with it. Including torturing you with my mundane mundane-ness.

Yeala basically The four of us are stupid. We left Kandar at, i dono, 12am, for Joan's house.

Go there you know do what?

TALK SHIT.

Until 3am.

And all hail to either one of them, Sam or Jote, who found "Taboo" lying around behind Joan's couch.

Bismillah, Hallelujah, Amitabha. Tak baliklah kami semua. All playing until 5am. and guess what. the climax of the story is, we were jokingly wanting to go for a jog at kiara.

We completed 5km in 33 minutes, ending at 6.40am thanks to coach Sam.

Other useless information may include:-

• Singing through the 5km at 6 in the morning, greeting all the fellow folk passerbies at kiara
• Going to each dude's house to change and get some shoes before the jog
• Another mosin session after the jog
• Having a jolly-good rest after a sleepless-jog
• Having three other friends who think alike - locking the door, pretending not to be interested in the jog, and coming down in appropriate attire few mintus later
• It's an FM TRANSMITTER. not an iTrip. just because it's white.
• This post is boring the crapping mothercheebuying shit out of you
• Two mornings ago i had another jog, and i didn't cool down properly, so my thighs were aching all the way, added with some hardcore rock climbing with Camp5 Chris, there goes my day.
• Limping all the way to Curse of the Golden Flower two nights ago, I still hadn't healed till i finished yesterday's 5km morning jog with my fellow dumbasses.
• Now i'm feeling good.
• Good night.

Labels: life around me