Then There Was Lembu
Was Jason Chow's little birthday party last Saturday, I've been meaning to blog about it but I just couldnt find the time. And by that I meant my daddy has been refusing to let me use the internet.
*i will not cuss*
*i will not cuss*
*i will not cuss*
F.......
*I WILL NOT CUSS!*
ok.
Majority of the people there were Form 4... guys. And as you can guess, the PC and Playstation had difficulty breathing. Mahadi and I watched this giggly ass Bollywood movie about 2 men sneaking around pretending to be a cow, when one of the guys was almost milked by this another guy, who I presume was partially blind as he was groping around for the udder. But there was no udder! So in order to not get his cover blown, the guy under the cow costume thingy blew up a glove and yea you can guess the rest. Inevitably in indian movies of this sort, their cover finally got blown and they hopped on a bike, while still pretending to be a cow, then they kung-fu-ed, while still pretending to be a cow, and then fell into a river... while still pretending to be a cow. Although we didn't understand a single word uttered, didn't stop us from having laughing fits.
Then Mahadi and I camwhored, but the only expression Mahadi was able to make was the puppydog eyed babyface. I don't think it was intentional. Then there was this mystery person who blogged a mystery post on Mahadi's blog! freeeky ey? I wonder who it is.
Then... WE HAD CAKE! I bet i got the biggest piece of cake. hehhhhhh loserssss! I left early after that, probably because my dad got tired of talking to all the middle aged aunties and uncles who were yapping in the garden. And one of them got me particularly pissy after she asked my daddy, IN FRONT OF ME, why he allows me to dress like that. That being a simple halter top and long white pants. Already very decent ok? No cleavage, No buttcrack, No midriff. Mahai. My dad flushed and obviously he wasnt very happy with her question, so he shot back and told her that its decent and that the outfit suited the occasion so it was ok. Then a few other aunties jumped to my defence and said they agreed with my daddy. IN YOUR FACE. Bahhhh. How tactless!
Anyways I'm off, my old man is grumbling and I'm getting sick and tired of his blah already.
As how the mystery person said Mahadi would say...
Touche! haha
Then Mahadi and I camwhored, but the only expression Mahadi was able to make was the puppydog eyed babyface. I don't think it was intentional. Then there was this mystery person who blogged a mystery post on Mahadi's blog! freeeky ey? I wonder who it is.
Then... WE HAD CAKE! I bet i got the biggest piece of cake. hehhhhhh loserssss! I left early after that, probably because my dad got tired of talking to all the middle aged aunties and uncles who were yapping in the garden. And one of them got me particularly pissy after she asked my daddy, IN FRONT OF ME, why he allows me to dress like that. That being a simple halter top and long white pants. Already very decent ok? No cleavage, No buttcrack, No midriff. Mahai. My dad flushed and obviously he wasnt very happy with her question, so he shot back and told her that its decent and that the outfit suited the occasion so it was ok. Then a few other aunties jumped to my defence and said they agreed with my daddy. IN YOUR FACE. Bahhhh. How tactless!
Anyways I'm off, my old man is grumbling and I'm getting sick and tired of his blah already.
As how the mystery person said Mahadi would say...
Touche! haha
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