HMS(hetreosexual's masturbator's service.) FEE FEE.
Constructed by:
1 X Saturday morning. 4 am.
1 X Milo Can
1 X Nescafe Can
1 X Keys ( for cutting.)
2 X 7-11 Plastic bags
3 X SAF standard issue solid Fuel
Infinite X Tender Loving Care
2 X Genius/ very bored people
Instructions:
1) finnish the drinks.
2) cut up 7-11 plastic bags and twirl them to improvise string.
3) time the 2 cans together ala pontoon of a boat.
4) secure solid fuel.
5) Light up solid fuel. (higly dangerous. do not try this at home.)
6) Set sail. (shed a tear for your creation.)
7) See it sink. ( shed another tear for the demise of your creation.)
In the dry dock. (well actually its at esplande park in the early morning.)
Notice the creative construction made from useless materials. Read : we are noveau poor.
Our baby before setting sail.
Like parents, we set our baby out into the sea of storms and rubbish in the ocean.
The flame, like a beacon, is very pwetti.
fn and me was really bored after getting hi on sheesha. so yea, on a sunday morning with nothing to do, we set out to built a seaworthy craft to carry the harzadous load of 3 pieces of soild fuel into the open sea of esplandae park.
It sailed for a whole ten mins before the fire from the solid fuel burnt thru the buntings sinking the whole damn thing. But we are proud to say it went down in a blaze of glory. literally.
I went shopping. again.
fucking bad boy boots.
i'll stomp on your gonads. i dont really care if its illegal.
Whats in my lil behemoth? (my crumpler fux delux + john thursday 80 + Bundle large.)
People has been asking me what do i have in my rice sack of a bag.
so here is what i take out when i go out. my cannot do withouts.
so yea. its fucking big because i need my essentials with me no matter where i go.
From top. Books. Chuck Phalanuik's Fight Club and the 3rd installment of the narnia chronicals.
middle row: Moto V3. new baby. ok, no need to see whats behind the cellphone, its me cigs. Followed by moi's PSP. uh-huh, playing socom currently. right side lays Podie. all 20gigs of it. yea.
bottow row: me 8 year old watch. lotsa sentimental value. lighter. keys, headbanging headphones.
back ground: moi stussy sweater.
stuff not shown: cam, cause i'm using it what. PSP games, forgot to take out the games, so fug it. notepad and pens.(boring mah) contact lense kit (unglam.)
orait. got to hit the bed. got to get up real early. my work week starts tmr. haha. been on leave for monday and tuesday. happy very happy.