“What’s with your good boy-next-door blond look?” i asked Gregoire at Cynnarella
“Because i *am* a good boy!”
“… -_- … right.”

Rudy,

Use Your Head La.

Okay cannot tahan already.
This one seriously have to scold.

You just got into a horrific accident and you want to go partying tonight?!
You just got out of surgery last weekend for internal bleeding!!!

AdlinRosli and i were on MSN
“Did you hear the idiot wants to go out?”
“What?! As in, party?”
“I’m thinking of breaking his legs as well so he can’t leave his house.”
“That’s a pretty good idea actually.”

Oi.
Your arm is broken. You have stitches on your head. You just had internal bleeding.
And you want to consume alcohol?!

Hello, don’t say that i’d say the same thing in your position, “Oh i can still use one hand to hold a glass.’
The time when i used that line, i had a stupid small *mole* on my hand removed!
NOT INTERNAL BLEEDING!

Use your head la, Rudy.

Oh i forgot.
You banged it pretty hard in the accident.

Super.
Cannot.
Make.
It.

Working till late at night every night this week save Wed is making me a bit wonky.
Plus the massive alcohol intake isn’t helping either >_<

I was in a taxi going from one event to another and i was having nonsense thoughts to myself as usual. I remembered the Grey Goose launch on Mon night in Cynna.
And how ConHan, KeithRichard, etc got so trashed that night.
Then i thought about ConHan making the martinis on stage with the help of Dmitri.
Then silly words started forming in my head. So i sent him a witty sms (or so i thought)

“ConHan consumed his concoctions and had a concussion the next day.”

He took more then six hours to reply me with one word:
“Lame…”
I smsed back
“Walau. A bit long right to reply.”
He said
“Hey… i took damn long to think of one okay…”

Confirmed la got concussion, take so long to reply with one word, tiu.

I reached home at 3am last night and babbled with PongPeterPan till almost 5am
Oh. For obvious reasons, he shall be dubbed PongPeterPan till he learns how to do the obvious :p hee hee. Exploitation.
“What time is it?” i asked
“It’s 4 30″
“Fark. Sleep sleep!”
“We aRE!”
“No we’re not, fuck off!”
“You’re always asking me to fuck off.”
“That’s cos you’re always saying stupid things to me. Stop laughing. Go to SLEEP.”

Not fair.
I have to wake up earlier.

*yawns*

YAY NO WORK TOMORROWWWW

Have to start Christmas shopping.
Fark.