It's Moist. It's different.

Last night was Penang's Moist, and it was different.
A level set different from others that are around.
At least no more performance.
This time, Black Label has made us dance.
Nice one, coz it has revealed the feelings hidden inside.
I realised some friends were sad, and some were unknown.
I don't care much, but sought for table-mate that has fire in their pocket.
Cheer to the drivers, and cheer to love-breakers.
Cheer to Penang, and cheer to you.

I love you,
And It will always be the same words I want to hear back from you.

Keep walking - Johnnie Walker.

If not mistaken, it was the half-bottled wine they left there,

which gain us free entrance.

Penang's law - err.. odd.

Along the pathway.

I only took photos where there was light.

It was dark inside, but it wasn't fearsome.

Wonder why? try one day, and you might realise you are not a coward actually.

You are indeed brave.

Above the dance floor.

The only light shone.

I can see from far, and it was nice.

The ladies room.

Lastly, a few words for the drunk-mates to sing on.

I started to say yesterday was a waste.

Not like I lose.

Not like I'm afraid.

I just won't come back for more.

I swear I'll stop asking for you.

I even not going to speak a bad word of you.

Don't like going in circle.

Yes, I know tomorrow is never clear.

I know days ahead are mystery.

But, you are my past.

By the end of today.

By the end of tonight.

Without anybody else,

'll be moving ahead at the front line.

Give some time.

Everything not going to be same.

'll prove to you the change.

I just want myself.

- Pin -

I'm not singing. I dont want to sing also. It's bullshit to me. :P