...plastics...

...it was quite a last minute arrangements actually. kevin asked me out for dinner and i said yes. since both of us have not been to the curve for the longest time, we suggested to make our presence there. initially it was all about cheapest food we can find. and most cost effective ones. then not long after that kevin said he has his claim approved and he will buy me dinner; anything also can. wakakaz. since money not so much of an issue. so suggest kao-kao expensive places. but ended up little penang munching on lobak and otak otak! which was okler. since kevin is buying dinner.

but seriously money not enough di. salary not out yet. soon i think. soon. or issit out di? shud be out le. so, my dinner date with kevin was like a bitching session; arent all our dinner session are bitching session. he has not heard me bitched about this plastic ball MCB turtle head for the longest time and he needed upates on this plastic ball MCB turtle head. wakakaz. so all our energy and mental thoughts are focused on this plastic ball MCB turtle head. once upon a time a fairy tale of a plasticball turtle who went fishing; hoping to get a big fish but ended having the need to make executive decision to overwrite others opinion; closing the space for interaction and narrowing down the need to use the constipated mind that has a diorrhea of the mouth MFCB shit. this piece of bitching agenda went on for few hours without any of us knowing the time.

haih. wtf man. ok. lets not waste any more time of plastic balls. it was great to catch up again. and it was wonderful chatting...