Dear fucking diary,

Tomorrow is Friday the thirteenth. So in case shit happens, the years have been trying, the months have been sweet, the weeks been a smash, and the days been one fucking literary right. In my rather heavenly 19 years of inhabitation on this soil, I salute my blokes and i commend em because if not for you clowns, God knows where I'd be.

Malvina Tan is one heck of a girl. People would say shes cool, shes spunky and all that side of vocabulary that would set her aside from the common girl and when i say common girl, i mean the basic rights of what a girl should possess, love, and feelings. Shes been there all this while and shes taken all my sardonic ruckus along with my emotional rants. Shes not that spiked hair girl that seems to be a tomboy or someone that isn't straight and for the record, shes attached. So many times that i had thought things would be over in my own trials with all the mofos in my life trying to fucking screw with my life but she'd be there. And shes more than what she looks like. Shes special.
Darren Fucking Tan
Now this lads, my best friend, my literary partner, my fucking One and t’other and one heck of a guitarist. Ive known this kid since my secondary school days and as he would put it, we're both fucking full of shit. We talk almost everyday from soccer to movies to how we should just go meet at each other at 3 fucking am in the morning when we have no intention to. We would call each other and say hello back at each other over and over till one of us gets bored. Yes, thats how fucking nonsensical we are and how we tossers would just have no means of a serious topic unless called upon. But he is my china plate, and my best friend and i would ask of nothing more than our friendship in this life. He says he isn't a racist but trust me, hes a fucking racist. Hes born racist. Its an innate nature, this bloke.

AnD We'd MoCk ThE PeOpLE ThAt TaLk LikE ThiS LeH aND NevER Fail TO DeeM thaT As StyliSh ReTARDed DegENEraTes oF Our CounTry As TheY ShOuT OuT To ThE whOLE woRld Saying , " HeY I'm An IdIoT" kekeke

But amidst all the mockery and the things we'd say, Darren and i, we'd head down to jim brown and call the merchant banker from time to time. We'd never ever quarreled or come close to an argument before except to debate who was more style or who was more fucked up. SO whatever im writing now may exemplify nothing of a best friend, but he is one who is there all e time and bothers to keep tabs on how i am doing and i say ditto in aspect to him with no pun intended to e rest of my mates like nicholas, yi en, phebs, gerald and the rest of the gang. Not to mention, i cannot forget the menacing presence of my two senior fuckers, gabriel and eric who have been there with me everytime i need them as well. And so maybe one day Darren and i will write a book together about how dead this city is or bring along with us cockney and london and keep them in our damn hearts. Maybe one day we'll go to london together and study literature and still be nonsensical. Maybe we'd know each other for the rest of our lives and watch our smoker friends die first before we get Alzheimer's or some other disease and just become retarded for the ending part of our lives. Maybe we'll bask in glory with our futures pending but this friendship would have lived and it would always live. So cheers to you chum. and with much love,Fuck you you old jeezer and may our mark on this God forsaken planet live for eternity.
Hope you tear the stage down with trooper mate.



















And i just have to mention this one.

Benjamin Han. ( The preexisting friend )
One of the clowns that i would call nonchalant, but a piece of lying lazy shit would be apt. We'd been friends since secondary school and he'd take all my shit even till now. Needless to say, i would take his too. I'd call him at senseless hours in the morning just to disturb him and he'd return the love with a slur of vulgarities. We would hang up and that was that. Now you would think that we confide in each other and we probably have secrets. Truth is, Ben and i? We got none and thats cause we don't really talk about ourselves. We scold the shit out of each other, we jump school from time to time to eat like we never ate before or watch some movie. This tosser isn't one that talks about himself and i guess I'm used to his shit. For a friend, you could say Ben was one fucking nut who could care less, but really, you're going to realize thats what makes Ben, Ben.





My sweet escape.
And theres one extraordinary being thats made my months sweet, and my week smashing. I've talked about her more than once, in poetry, in poetry and well, in poetry. Shes taught me a lot about myself before like how i never really knew who i was or had seemed to be someone different every damn time. She had taught me how i never really knew how to take care of myself and how i had seemed to never take care of my knee and all. But anyway, i could go on and on about how smitten i am and it probably be too much for you guys to take. Truth is, i really am into this girl and it doesn't seem to matter how long everything takes because we better relish the now before it becomes then and irrevocable. So that's her boys. The most stunning person to my eyes and the most sweetest person in my heart.And to say the least, I have never been happier.



Cheers mates.
May we all live forever.