gutted city. 20, there's still time fer you.

and let me try, try to fix you, mike fudge.

don't let me go.

hello. topshop topman one u. mike's speaking. may i help you.

And about tstm, although colleagues and customers can really get on to my nerves at times, but all in all, I had so much fun during those times. Totally missed Adrian pon xiao fang fer helping me so much and I forgive you fer insulted me so much, tony tong mun hong fer being the same kind with me, ken fer the lessons, Lydia fer sayang me, d’la fer bullying customers with me and fer me, nanang fer fooling around with me, aina fer being short, pukima fer waving to me from miss selfridge, sebest fer being gay, kakak siti & khadijah fer killing time with me and helping me to buy food, michelle lai suet fong fer letting me to command around, abby fer calling me the cartoon character that I will not mention it here, henry fer teaching me vms, and etc etc etc. And I miss too the times that no matter what you are wearing and no matter how others are looking at you in whatever manner, you will just not give a damn merely because you will think that the only possible reason that they are looking at you is because you look good. Did I mention how I love and hate Tuesday? Where I could see all the new clothes before everyone and it was so hard to not spend, wtf. And what I miss most is the changing room sessions, lol, wtf. Man I have even dreamt that I am still working there. Maybe I shall try topshop topman Newcastle if they want me.

and about what we can and what we can't. it's all in your mind.

YES YOU CAN!!!

RAWR!!!

TO GAEL!!!

DON'T STOP DRAWING!!!

IKO IKO IKO IKO IKO IKO IKO IKO IKO IKO

if i have changed, i did so only to be a better man.

Seems like this blog has been deserted fer too long a time. There were times that I really wanted to blog but there was not enough spirit to keep me up. Was supposed to blog about juice 3 months ago, but there were too many pictures to upload so nah. Then thought of blogging about those times that I had in topshop topman, then again, work was too hectic fer me to blog, wtf, you totally have no idea how tired it was to stand 10hours a day, and to keep a smiling face during the 10hours. Even so, totally had fun in tstm, I guess, lol. However, to not make the timeline incomplete, let me start to blog from where I have missed.

So after year 2 ended, I planned to bulk, wanting to get rid of my skeleton-like body, trust me cartman I really intended to live a freak life. To afford all the price I have to pay fer bulking, and also did not want to waste the longest holidays I ever had, I ended up working in tstm. As I got more dedicated to work, I gave up on bulking which was my initial purpose, lol, wtf. Then I started to like clothes again, gay. On one of the days Emi the Great told me that Edison Chen was opening his shop, juice, in bangsar, and I cock-stared and wtfed her, knowing this is too good to be true. Loser that I am, I drove passed bangsar just to check out whether could this miracle possibly be a reality. And I saw this,

Wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, was all I could say at that state of utmost joy. So it was clear to me that malaysians are one of his main sources of those dough he has in his filthy wallet. Conscious of those overpriced stuffs he is selling, I can still hardly resist the temptations of getting all the items off the shelves. Man, now I can get those stuffs I used to think that are d-o-p-e at retail price, and man, getting it in Malaysia?! Amazing. Mind you, only we malaysians that shamelessly think that we are up to the trend will get excited by Edison. Knowing the opening of it will be grand and there will be good stuffs releasing, I took leave fer the first time to queue up overnight, yes overnight, lol, wtf. Credits to Chien, Wilson, and Wilson’s fer queuing up with me fer an hour out of the 15hours, cheers mate, wtf. So yes, after dusk and before dawn, I went to bangsar to wait fer the grand opening, bringing fully charged psp and nds, and barely charged Chien with me. There was already a crowd although it was 3 in the morning, see how crazy we are over Edison. And I saw all of my own kind was there, as much as you like to call them lala, I do not mind being the same kind. Met some really nice mates there, especially Jon who taught me bits of photography, cheers mate. As I could recall, there is not really anything extraordinary that is worth going into details other than the coming of Edison and Sam (see below). And yes! Got the caps, I was the sixth who got in there, lol, wtf.

DC can take good pictures too, greasy, ennit?

No McD mate. cheers.

and the drain just got lovelier in my lumix.

that's so cool.

and that's Jon the man.

Yes we were that bored.

almost there babe.

that's my favourite man in shades that day, out-shined Edison.

i was the sixth. fyl.

unlocking real soon. i wish.

and there his troops came.

overlooking his pathetic followers. smirks.

if he is not hot, who is?

Edison's hot sis. chung.

jealous me not.

neverminds me. neverminds me.

The pen has left the paper long ago,

Along with it went the soul.

There he lived his life that he had tried to mould,

Like Chris sings, if you never try, you’ll never know.

Tidal, tidal, tidal flow,

The waves may be ruthless but the sound mellow.

Amidst the tides he has lost even his shadow,

Worry not unworthy being, the moon’s still shining, it’s yellow.

Yesterday he smiles again,

Yesterday the joy was born out of pain.

World and words came tumbling on him but in vain,

You can’t shut his mouth, mute his songs, it’s all in vain, all in vain.

So you see, so you see,

Les miserable doesn’t exist. He is sober.

On his grave you will pee, you will pee,

He’ll reply with a smile. St. of Calcutta has became his Her.

I will blog when i find the time to. cheers mate.