[Boys peeing on cigarettes, getting drunk before 11pm] Happy Motherfucking 17th Birthday, Syafiq! Aww, my baby boy's grown up. Now he's finally legal to go COUGHgrind at DXO. Hahaha. I just came back from the birthday get-together over at Kayela's. It was dead cold out there. So I left home at 5 ishpm & headed to Bedok to initially get late lunch at Galilee cos I was craving them salmon chunks. It never materialized though. I ended up buying a pack of greens for Syafiq as a birthday gift. For a while, I thought it was pathetic for a gift so I took the shuttle to Parkway to search for something better but I ended up whoring Borders instead, blowing $52.35 on three books. Yeah, I should be shot. Then I got kinda hungry & settled for a tolberone cake at Coffee Bean. I blew another tenner there. Yakyakfrickfrack Kayela called to say they were on the way back to her lair already so I hurried to the bus stop for a 43/48. 48 came first & I kinda wasted time by knocking the green pack for some good shmokes later. Idk how but I took out my (waitress) pen & started vandalising the filters to make the shticks say: HAPPY 17TH, SYAFIQ! Yeah, 17 sticks for the 17-year-old! Both my baby boy & husband were fascinated by my 'creativity' so much so Mamat made me high-five him 3 times.
Right, my baby girl wasn't in the scene & there was only Kayela, Mamat, Din & me. There were a dozen Carlsberg & a Red Lombat. I was obviously the only sober one out there, fighting the cold, armed with just nicostiks. My husband got so drunk just 2 cans down & a few gulps of the red wine. It wasn't even 11pm by then. He was sprouting truth & brought himself to make the long distance phone call but she never picked up. I obviously felt his pain man. This is one common shit we share, not being able to hold out with one soul in the long run. [Insert KL scandals, haha] Kayela was as sober as someone who's doing the tawaf in Mecca. I shit you not. She's some tough nut. So we got round to cutting cake. & yeah, I HAD TO SMEAR CAKE ON SYAFIQ'S FACE. He didn't see it coming, how blind. Them boys had a mini cake fight while Din scooted away in the bushes getting some phone sex action. Hahaha.
Then we played cards. Talked somemore. Din got even more restless claiming it's "mendak" & "tersekat". Can't blame him. Higher malay kid. We dug out some truths.
Then we got round to buckling & unbuckling belts & buttoning & unbuttoning buttons. I pwn Kayela. Kayela got pissed for a while cos Syafiq was getting too sleepy so we got it on. HAHAHAHA. I'm sorry Syafiq, ain't my fault I'm far more sensual then you are. :O
Mamat got really dead drunk & spoke xcore Indon. We were just laughing our heads off at him, so was he. Bosat = Bullshit. HAHAHAHA. Chibeh = Cibai. HAHAHAHA. I swear I almost stumbled in my chair. So I decided to leave with Din while Mamat goes to sleep in Aisha's room & yeah. I could've left like half an hour sooner if it wasn't cos of Mamat. Ergh. My cardigan still stinks of you & all your jazz.
Got out, chatted with Din for a bit. Aww, poor boy's got his heart kepiak-ed. Your solution? Wait till she's 25 & ask her hand again! Cab finally came & I felt kinda sleepy & almost pukey cos of nicotine overdose so I ended up sleeping on Din throughout the ride. Suddenly this boomy voice woke me up, "Shida, reachin ur place alr" Hahaha. This coming from the same Wak Din who told me to squirt in my panties to extinguish fire. HAHAHAHAHA. FTW DOOXS. But he's grown up & grown real quiet. Still too good to be true. Haha. Then here I am. It's a waste I didnt get to see HT. Woulda been slightly different, wouldn't it? Baby, I miss you. We all do. /: Come home soon.
