helium voices

the ex-beattyians jiwa maut

one for all, all for one. but guess who was having the real sore eyes.

if it had been alcohol instead of oolong tea, i would probably still be lying on the streets of holland village passed out reeking of vomit all over, wasted. because i kept losing the 'guess the number' game, i had to at least drink half a jug of tea which tastes like orange and lime juice mixed together. defeat has never tasted so sweet before, literally. too much of a good thing is very bad indeed, as i soon found out in the comfort of my home toilet. i probably shit(ted) and peed all the oolong tea away as soon as i got home.

what i've learnt today is that your birthday will be more memorable when you have a girlfriend. not because you'll get laid on the night of your birthday, but because she will most likely plan a surprise for you. if she is a smart girlfriend, she'll have your friends there for the surprise too.

the KGB is a sad bunch. everyone at the party just now was attached, except us four musketeers. every birthday party that we attend to, we always end up eating and laughing like hyenas, repeating the same old jokes over and over again. we never seem to really mingle with the rest of the crowd. even if we did, it would be after quite some time. it's not that we're anti-social, we're just a sad troupe.

i need to find a girlfriend, which i don't think i need because the company i receive from my friends is better than any girlfriend i had before, before the 24th of june. it would be hell on earth if i had to spend my birthday on tekong island with 20 other guys.

happy birthday thierry alfian.