Sunglasses. Bikinis. Sun dried tussles.
We were at the beach! And we wern't eating mussles.
The sun didn't feel much like shining.
We decided, there wasn't a point in whining.
lala la la la
We were at the beach!
My neck still aches. But that's a good sign.
The party was pretty wicked, as Cheena would like to call it.
(Thank you, Wondertwins, for putting in so much for us to have such a kick ass time.)
As usual, we're always the life of the party, further more it was Cheena spinning his dope ass tracks.
The space was nice.
The music was great.
The company was wonderful.
I danced the whole night.
And I drank until I was high.
And so did everyone else, and it was hilarious.
Highlights of the night:
Hung dancing.
Ernese grinding.
Iskander getting himself into a supermarket trolley, and then much later on exclaiming 'You know what?! Someone put me in a trolley and I cldn't get out!'
Iskander volunteering as the toilet chaparone, and screaming at anyone who walked ahead of him.
(I love you, and you're such a sucker when you're high.)
Zurin complaining about how "they wouldn't give me any 'Seabreeze'" and then later on finding out that's because it's called 'Baybreeze'.
Ain getting screamed at by Putri.
Ain's gripe with the Minah, exclaiming "Thank GOD i'm not ________ anymore!!!", and then realizing it was a tad bit too loud.
Spilling clear bitter tasting liquid all over my blouse and skirt.
3 seconds later bumping into Hung and spilling orange liquid all over my face, blouse and skirt.
Again.
And then Shane asking me if I just cried.
Bumping into Danial after 1/2 a muthafucking year, you fucking mofo.
Squealing at the lack of toilet paper with Dulce.
Endless amusement and entertainment.
Ah.
I love you guys.
If you can breathe, you're a psycho.
If you can hear your own voice, you're a schitzo.
I suspects so.
I sounds different singings at the tops of my lung in the car.
Its doesnt even sounds like me.
But I keep singing.
I ties my hairs once.
I undo them and ties them agains.
And undo them and ties them agains.
And undo them and ties them agains.
I'm beginning to think there are too many agains.
So we pressed our noses and lips up to the glass and blow.
And blows And blow and blow and blow.
But I cant do it. And we ends up dirtying the glass very much. So we keep blowing.
And the voices keeps talking. They made me buy a strawberry donut that was way to sweets.
Too much icing sugar do not an average girl make. I was people watching.
So I listened. And listened and listened. With my eyes closed.
And watched, with my ears open.
What's to come? And what's the significance of it all?
Its works. And it's mentally disruptive.
So whoever said our world is made of sane people? I begs to differ. They locked the sane ones up and let the crazy ones take over, thinking they know rights from lefts and backwards from forwards. But it is this disorientation that screws up the whole worlds, not the gods. Our people get sents to hell for not eating healthier foods, for the blood that spread throughouts the cows and chickens and goats and sheeps are acidic.
take a snapshots, and maybe next few lifetimes down the roads, you'll feel and reminise and drops some tears for out dearly beloved who are trapped in the earth, buried alive and crying outs loud the secrets to transforming this world.
