chaka chaka

an innocent browsing of photos. his girlfriend’s new baby niece links you back to a past you try, but can never forget.

a harem of girls who serendipitously gather at the same smoke-filled club each week, reveling in a drunken exchange of air kisses and bodily fluids.

some cocky attention whore is random online friend to your sifu…

…while sifu is cute younger brother to an adorable girl whom was supposed to make a friendly acquaintance. well, shit, that went totally awry.

someone close studied under someone closer. someone i can’t stand fucked someone else whose guts i hate.

your friends and my friend and his friend are all connected by brief, somewhat dodgy, interludes. already hazy pictures dog-eared by another year of parties and short-term memories, culminating in an unholy epiphany at the lorong mesui carpark.

a pretty girl with unbelievably long legs that stretch all the way to someone who turned green screen magic tricks. did you really ask him to show you his ink? here’s another Do Not Collect $200, Go Directly To Screaming In The Shower.

forget the phenomena: six degrees of kevin bacon bullshit; you’re living the three degrees of oh, for fuck’s sake.

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