on to september
the most amazing thing about the weekend was the ability to laugh very sorely about anything with mils and amanda (unpictured) in the confined space of their 5th floor apartment and making impromptu cantonese songs inspired by shopping in klcc after shrilly and freely trying to cover songs by pulp/faye wong/dear nora at 3 am.
(everytime i spend the night with them i feel positively recharged. i think every month i should be with such individuals so the tension accumulated from the job could be shouted out in the form of badly remembered lyrics and non-substance-abuse laughter. the memories 4eva types)
