The Second (smaller one) And The Third Cut
And so, I there I was with my bleeding finger, 'lost' in Asian Avenue... But I wasn't really lost, I just passed by my friends a couple of times without realising it... Speaking of being lost or circling around the spot where you suppose to head, the other day, actually it was yesterday... Aaron, Amirul, Imran and I were at Klang, finding for JQ's house before heading to the movies. So, in short, we went merry-go-round looking for if I'm not mistaken Solok Batu Unjur 3 but we managed to find were heck a lot of Lorong and Jalans... In the end, she asked us to wait at the football field. As we made our way to the football field we discovered we been making circles aorund her house without knowing.... Amirul was like 'No man, we still have our ego to take care of' I was left to wonder what in God's name can ego give us.....
We then head to Mei's place which has the old school look which was quite cool, for me anyways.. We saw her dogs and they were scared till one of them was having the saddest face ever... Imran tried almost everything but nothing worked.... So, we left the dog alone.. Don't wanna traumatise the sad fella... After that, we went to watch Orphan and seriously, nothing scary but it's by far, one the most disturbing movies I have ever watched. It would be ill-advised to watch it.
Zooming to Asian Avenue... Bleeding finger and everything.... Thank You JQ for the plaster! 'buka puasa' was at Wendy's... I know.... Fast food is not the most ideal menu but really sometimes it's all about the company you have.... And we had a fun today... From spilling drinks and making fun of each other... Ahh... It brightens the day to think about it.... And basically did nothing else except I'm chatting with Imran now while writing this up... and oh yeah... here's an example of what I drink almost every morning... I dedicate this my friends who were wondering what it looks like... Bon' Appe'tite!
P.S. Zack And Miri Makes A Porno was awesome... Thanks Aaron! =)
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