hello.

okay so i didn't handle the Rachel birthday thingy well. I was pretty drunk but amen to Daryl(yo yo) for being there. It's so funny. I mean I thought I was 'the Man' and I tried saving CJ from that glass of JimBean. I took half and gulped it -- BOH TAH BOH LAMPA -- and before that I had 3 glasses of bourbon, 1 glass of JimBean and some diluted whiskey. Well, Dien tried to be helpful by forcing me to boogie but it sorta made me feel like wild and slutty and out-of-control. So, I 'played it cool' and leaned on the wall. A few minutes later I was sitting on the floor.

I guess the fun kinda started when I was home. It was around 2am and I was crawling from the front door to my room, sleeping on the shower room floor, skipping around the household, making out with my pillow, rolling on the bedroom floor, pretending to be a butterfly and then finally, puking. I don't know how you felt Rach, but it was FUCKING FUN. Can't wait to drink again. I am still stoked about what Daryl said outside zouk.

Shawn: WAH I AM SO DRUNK.
Daryl: ....Dude.
Shawn: WAHAHA MY FACE MUST BE FUCKING RED RIGHT.
Daryl: No.
Shawn: Huh.

OMG. MY FACE ISN'T RED. THAT IS LIKE BREAKING THE GENES CAN. MY DAD DRINKS ONE BEER AND HE'S A TOMATO AND OMG. I AM THE REBEL. I AM THE SUPER GENE. THE HOPE OF THE SOHS. I AM THE MAN.

And so that was on Friday. Today I went out with my family for some christmas lighting watch thing ritual. The 20th century my ass. Orchard road lighting sucks. I remember when it was all old school and shawn was small and cool and taka has crazy demonic(but nice) giant christmas mascot dancing shit. And SNOW. Yes, I can never forget choking on that fake snow soap bubbles. And screaming at fat elf demons. Sigh, those were the days. And now, it's just sad. "Woo! Christmas! Lets take out some fairy lights and wrap around some random tree and oh-my-god, Holiday spirit." pfft. Damn budget can.



Today's trip was worth while. When I heard 'family orchard outing,' Paragon rang in my ears. And now I have crystal jade Golden Palace in my tummy and new clothes, pants and shoes. Gladys has not reached my level of thinking so she is has nothing. I forced my mom to buy some clothes I thought was nice on her. I tell you people, magic words for moms out there: "Wow mom! You look so young!" It works like a charm. Well, now my mom's happy, my dad thinks he has new shoes(soon to be mine) and I am a good happy son. Kimberly is well, kimberly and Jolin is fatter. Yay.

Merry Christmas you sluts. I am damn christmas mood.