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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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1:30 AM, The Flour Incident :D
Thursday, November 20, 2008
blimey ; its YOU says:
god, i feel lik pouring flour down ur ass nw. (*) natt mendez ; oh love says: dont remind me lah.. please. blimey ; its YOU says: haha! blimey ; its YOU says: oh, wait. remember the flour & egg incident? (*) natt mendez ; oh love says: beetch. haha. how can i forget? How can i forget? Seriously. J: You've got flower? Me: I only have fake petals. You want? J: *looks at me confused* Me: What? Flower? Bunga? J: *laughs like mad* Me: What? J: Flower. *raises flour packet* Me: Dah melayu tu, bebual lah melayu (we're malays, lets speak malay!). J: Apa? I'm not faking it. Ini natural. Me: *snatches flour packet* J: *snatches back* Me: Natural otak kau! J: *accidentally drops flour packet, and so lunged towards the sink to "save it".* Me: *went towards the sink to "save it too"* We crashed, and the flour went pouring down the sink instead. Beautiful. Haha, i'll never forget that ridiculous incident. I mean, considering the amount of mess we made, and how we had to clean up so much after that. I'll never forget the hardship i went through with you, dear friend. Oh, JAAAAAAAAAAAAY. (: HAHA. okay that's CORNY. |