Friday night

It is friday night and every single person in this city is (unsurprisingly) getting fucking drunk and prepared for whatever comes. But David Law （he is a werewolf）and me (a foxist) are good kids and we two just stay at home and keep being bored regardless of the pressures we need to face constantly.

We do love each other though we are not gays yet,
and it is normally a bit hard for us to make agreements upon each other’s favourite musics;

We do love the planet though we do not pump ethanol petroleum;

We do love basa fillet and we eat quite a few of them every day;

We do not love Yuen’s Market but we purchase a lot from the damn mart every 8 or 9 days;

We do love Chian Wong but he only lived here for two nights, so let’s kick (or kiss??) his juicy ass;

I love roasted peanuts-in-shell, they are savoury.

I hate intellectuals who consistently claime they are the conscience of our nation, since merely taking a different job does not necessarily mean you are even a little bit posher than the peasants. So calm down and do YOUR job, as the peasants you look down are farming their lands and offering you rice and vegs.