me no like mats

hi hi again.

sorry for the 2 posts in a day.
this is what happens when you join the
many-things-to-do-after-A's club.
except when you finish, you don't know where to start with your list.

anyway, swensons was good.
at first i was regretting making the trip.
mampos, it was such a big group.
40 of us, how not to create havoc?

shared a meal with the sister and the cousin.
and of course, individual desserts.
they took a looooong time to serve us.
i think it was the confusion of who ordered what.

so then, there's a funny story.
wanna hear?
this mat, apparently likes the sister.
haha, adik, don't worry. i think the short guys thing run in the family.
and then so, my neighbours are really lame.
they came out with a lame dare for the mat.
i just told them straight in the face (and out loud for the world to hear)
that they came out with such a LAME ASS dare.
like seriously.

if that wasn't bad enough, he was too cowardly to even do the dare.
mampos, like that you want my sister.
go kiss some ass lah.
(that's the protective side of me talking. i may not show my affections for my sister openly, but if you dare hurt her. you're dead. simple as that.)
haha.

k. there. see why i hate mats.

1. they are full of lame ass shit.
2. they're cowards.
3. they all look so alike, they look manufactured. (my goodness, we're back in the secondary industry)
4. i don't think they deserve a fourth reason.

k there. see you made me rant.
now i must go repent.