Q: Why do most babies are born at night?
A: Err… ‘Cause they were made at night.

We extensively abused the month of November like bats out of hell, rushed with plenty of adrenaline and endorphin. As the month of city itself is busted by invading November babies, we can assure that the this month is not merely mediocre.

Anyway, we bowled up for an rock and rolling lunch session at Izzi Kuala Lumpur. Much expected, the clique that day along with the five November birthday boys were just as much appalled at the dining and before you know it, it began to feel like a Deep South moonshine shack from the Smokey and the Bandit.

For devil-may-care minutes after minutes ticking by… In the scum of joyous table hopping, bawling, and digging unnecessary amount of gibberish, we have got so much to give for a short rainy afternoon.

And yes, we’re the king of November that totally whip you right back with some hilariously hearty of draughts. Holla to the birthday batch again, namely Xianjin the Pinkyfrog, Kj, Stephen, Ken Xiong & of course, the infamous splashmilk himself.

And not forgetting the lovely bunch that fought the way through the downpour that day just to join us with subliminally culinary, creamy cakes, perverted chats and behaving laughters. And how much we’ve enjoyed being to our utmost silliest and prebbiest. It just made you realized, life is good inevitably without friends.

And i’ve met Lexster, the ardent cookie master with her lovely have-a-cookie project, this gleaming soul is one of the nicest people i’ve made friend and met the first time in Kuala Lumpur. And she was already trying to humiliate my reputation by luring me to wear her read stilettos, i mean… Yea, nice try girl. I totally bought it.

And what’s more fun than an oriental creamy slaughter? We were gifted by a wonderful cheese cakes (or was it Tiramitsu?) for us to mess up with. Damn us the bunch of masturbating monkeys.

In the end, we paid for our menacing act, the gang had the five of us blindfolded. Yet right at that very moment, my conscious had me clouded with the fallacy of kinky hot bunny ladies flashing and dancing at us on table right before our eyes…

Mmmm… I mean… C’mon… Hot skimpy bunny ladies… bunnies… boobies… bunnies… boobies… bunnies… boobies…
…bun…!!!

But then, it didnt turned out exactly like how i fantasized. We were smacked by pools of creamy sour whip creams minus the flesh of cherry boobies. (slight disappointment)

Stephen !!! I swear in the name of Zeus, you will pay for this one day!!!!!!!!!

And the culprit behind all these unforgiving prank? Who else? Shaz The Gigantic. But hey, don’t we just love him?