My day was spoiled by some malays last thursday.

I'm not racist.

I was in Clarke Quay with some friends, to celebrate pris birthday. We went to Settlers Cafe, those type of board games cafe, it was pretty decent.

After that, we were outside party world, discussing whether to go in. Because it was getting late, my house aint near to town, woodlands mind u.

Then all of a sudden, i felt something hard hit me by my ribs. Felt like ice cubes.
Realised it was eggs that was being thrown behind my back. Pris, alan and lucas also tio some of it, but not as direct as me. I 'deflected' it. -______-

When i turned around, i saw no one. Lucas said it was some malays on a bike.
I was fucking angry but yet i could do nothing about it.

Just a bunch of pussies, escaping on a bike.

They seriously have nothing to do.

Fucked up people in a fucked up world.

If they were on foot i bet i'll beat the hell out of them.

Do you know for the sudden increase of my handphone bill in november?
I bet you do.