Ok saturday afternoon was damn jag for me. I go down to swim as usual, cuz thats what all hot boys do, and i go up to the house to find it locked. I swim for like what 40 mins, and my whole family all goes out IN THAT TIME PERIOD. So there i was, stuck outside, pants dripping with with pook water, with no effing key.

(Y)

Being the efficient quick-thinking boy, i borrow a phone from the neighbours (they locked their son out too btw, only they came back in 5mins).

"EH WHERE ARE YALLLL??" (to mum)

"why u nvr bring ur key down i tot u bring? anw we cant come back juz becuz of u, we dont rly care la, go walk to ur grandpa's house and stay there.."

"..."

"..oh wait ur dad says if u can go to j8 he'll pass the key to u there."

ok let me describe my attire to u.

You see when i go down to swim, i wear my swimming trunks. Besides that, i dont really care what i put on. So that day i had on:

Thin loose white t-shirt
Wet black swimming trunks
White liverpool jersey shorts, no rubberband included
White towel
Slippers
Goggles

wtf. And thus sungming embarks on his journey to find the lost key of azkaban, with -522 movespeed cuz he has water dripping down his damn legs. I borrow money from neighbours and take a bus to j8. Soaked the bus-seat with my wet butt, and my black trunks were starting to shwo trhough my shorts. And of course the whole trip i had to act like i was going to the beach or sth, with the towel and goggles and slippers deal.

So yeah pretty damn jag. I met chunkeet while walking to j8, and tried looking normal, at the same time pulling up my pants which dropped every2-3 seconds, smelling of chlorine, and still trying to sell the towel-goggles-slippers deal.

Saturday was a good day. (Y)
the artist puts his pen down on Sunday, January 18, 2009.