It's amazing how frens stay the same, yet change in different ways. Primary school frens are still their merry.. if thinner/larger/tricepy selves, and JC frens well.... pple change. It's how they change (like a rocker to a lawyer) and how they DUN change (3 years worth of malaysian jokes), is the main factor here. And beer. Beer is good.

In short, wat my slightly reeling mind is attempting to convey to you good pple out there, is that sheeps are not meant to be anal erm.. intercoursed. No, wait, that's for tmw's blog. Erm... hold up there. Oh, thing Im trying to say is that frens change, usually for the better, and it's more fun that way, picking out the little nuances of variations of yesteryear and the present. The past and the present. Like playing photohunt, juz more real life.

If u can't abide the philosophical nature of this blog, dun worry, I can't either. But that didn't stop me from writing it. Im gonna change, for the better. May sound hollow and false, but who gives a damn about my life if not me.

Oooo... alcohols fading, mind is becoming clearer..... wat's all this about changing my life around? Pish posh and bull dung. Scrap that, bullshit good pple. Bullshit.

Song now: The Real Folk Blues

Quote of the post:
"Shut up."
"Y?"
"Y? Cause you're malaysian"

Will be in malaysia for a while, chinese new year and red stuff. Take care pple. Gimme me red stuff.