"home skillin' bizkit"

growing up, i had this sidekick who follows me around in my power rangers automobile-thingamajig. he is a very weird and gay person. so gay, you just wanna kill him. gay or not gay, he's still the person who i hate the most and still tell everything to. which the same thing applies for him too, i think. well, we've been close since i was in diapers. and since he was in diapers (he's still wearing 'em).

i can even see our future. i would be a successful musician in new york, and he would be this jobless bugger with no place to stay and eventually asking to stay with me in my environmental-friendly apartment(which he hates a lot). and he would be eating off my large pay. and then, i will eventually get married and he would still be in the apartment. and then we die. i promised him that i will walk him to hell, holding his pinky, and then i shoot off to heaven.

so that's our life plan.

we tell each other everything. if we were both black ladies, he'd me my guurlllfriendddd, which is something i totally don't want to be. the lady part that is. the black part, i am already.  he's not. oh yeah! he is the whitest person i know. whiter than canadians. he is the most racist, selfish, careless, helpless u will ever know. whhoops. i think i just described an mk. LOL! he is kind of one, though...

as funny as i am, that's how funny he is. i can be sarcastic funny. he can be dumb-blonde funny. we make a pretty good team. he's my partner in crime. to list down the crimes we have done, a) made my patient give a lap dance to our uncle, b) drank virgin bloody mary and couldn't taste anything after that, c) making maggies in the middle of the night knowing it's gonna taste like feet, and when we taste it, we just leave it in the sink to let santok clean it the next day, d) tuc tuc oi-ing people!, e) calling 'ah chong' and pretending that we wanna buy his space, and f) so much more!

going to public places with lots of people around and mocking each and everyone of them silently and/or loudly is our all time favorite hobby. all the tipah's and the joyah's will be our prey. i call him on the phone sometimes, and it is never less than 40 minutes. 40 minutes is average, and 1 hour is kinda normal. we always hang up because either mere ma or mere babuji will come and bang on the door asking us to stop. oh well... we never do.

as gay as this post may sound, it's just for the gayest, dumbest, ugliest, racistest, funniest little bugger in my life. i cannot believe that my home skillin' bizkit is not 19 years old. LOL. ten years ago, i bought him a mug and the handle is the number 9. haha! ugly green mug!

let's just say that he's the white part of me, and i'm the black and brown part of him. and when we're together, we're the color of schlepong!

well, ammani, i am wishing you a very lousy birthday, as i know it's gonna be lousy without me there and without anybody there and plus, u have an exam. i give u my word, that friday night, is gonna be such a paaaaaartayyyy!!! and hey, u are never hearing me say i love you. because 'aku tak suka kat hang and aku takmau tgk wayang dgn hang'. LOL! that was soo gay, man!

anywayyys, stay off the phone with keren and pick the damn phone while im calling, u idiot! i dont wanna hear that ugly caller ringtone of yours ever again!