Hi

Why thank you Suff, for that enriching entry. We here at TOWNS, can only dream of having a happening life. When I grow up, I don't wanna be Nas anymore, I wanna be Suff.

Anyways.

Apparently, I'm alive. Barely, but still alive. Yes I have missed you guys (no, really) but it's been a fucking busy period with so many art and fashion shit going on - some great, some not so great - but nevertheless have to be done. With so much uppity-ness this past weeks, I really missed the standard Al Azhar teh tarik prata sessions and hence have decided to write the next para in such setting. Language-wise that is. Here goes.

Geng. Teka siapa nye photography kat Audi Fashion Week! Aku nye la sial! Baik jacks, jorang suka gila jadi aku dapat pergi London dok untuk tengok lagi satu fashion show haha. Aku amek dalam... 1.5 gig of gambars, 6 costumes, tapi jorang choose 3. Ada banyak lagi events ah, tapi aku rasa ni yang paling prolific untuk share ngan korang.

Nama dia Nadya jackos. Bila aku amek ni, dia baru sampai dari Russia 2 minggu. Masih fresh lagi. Nas, jeni yang aku bilang kau tu, kau boleh bilang yang lain ah. Tapi aku rasa dia bedek ah. Confirm nye, kat sana jorang boleh sembarang sembarang tukar age.

Oh and by the way, add her to my X&Y. I never forget my X nor Y. Not when they look like that.

Do svidaniya!

XY was a bad album by Coldplay

I was a little worried over this weekend when I realised that I lost count of my X-factor in my X-and-Y coordinates. Yeah, it was that kind of weekend.
For those of you who do not know, in the X-and-Y coordinates refer to the number of girls you have kissed (X-factor. And this refers to on the lips, so Momma’s peck on the cheek doesn’t count) and the number of girls you have done the deed, the horizontal mambo, the Osama in her cave, the banana in her split, parked your car in her garage, poke her mon with (Y-factor). But this being TOWNs with a readership of like, three, I’m sure you know what I mean by X-and-Y.
I mean what kind of a guy loses track of his X-count?
And the answer was simple. The kind of guy who’s living it up and brushes his teeth regularly.
But what if I was the kind of guy who loses track of his Y-count?
The answer was simple, too. The kind of guy with AIDS.
Never lose track of your Y-count, guys. It is the pathway to many ugly things.


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