Tuesday, March 07, 2006
IT'S TUESDAY TODAY!!!
This means that I'll be enlisting in another 7days. That's 168 hours, which is equivalent to 10080 minutes, which is also equivalent to 604800 seconds. So if I start counting now, by the time I manage to count to 604800, my ass would be in the barber seat and my botak head will be shaved. That's damn fast. I still remember some of the other asses enlisting into army, and now it's my turn. Oh well.
Anyway, I went pubbing last night. Those cheena cheena kind. People singing karaoke song wan. It's not bad lar, quite fun. Anyway, when me and my friends were about to leave, a big group came in, and that was like about 2am in the morning. There was a few girls in that group, and the pub was so damn dark, so we thought they looked chio, until my friend came back from the toilet.
"WAH LAO EH! The girl from that table keep staring at me. Then I look back, GOT ADAM'S APPLE!!! FUCKING HELL!! DRAG LOR!!!"
Yeah, those "chiobus" are drags. Like WTF. Totally grossed out. So we decided to stay alittle longer and enjoy their "performance". They were shrieking around, kissing their boyfriends and stuff. Totally grossed out. So we had pretty much enough of the show, so we decided to leave. Settled the bill and stuff, and left.
We made our way out, den one of the drag and her/his friends left the pub also. Den while me and my friend went to his car to send me home, one of the friends came up to me.
"Escuses me arh, my friend wants you lumber. Can gibe her?"
(Lousy english. "Rearry" lousy. So after he "compreted" his sentence, I huh-ed him and he repeated the sentence in Chinese. Anyway, he actually addressed the drag as HER. WTF?!)
"Erm, sorry, I've got girlfriend already. Don't need another one."
And after finish saying this, I went to hold my another friend's hand. That was damn close. I know Yvonne won't be happy with the fact that I held a girl's hand, but that's definitely better then holding that drag's hand right?!
I'll never go to that pub again. Never ever.
breezed in at 12:16 PM