I got wasted last night

Wasted outta my fuckin mind. Chinatown down Bourke Street alleyway is some whacky shit during late hours & believe me i had my fair share last night.

Truth is i hate the taste of alochol. It maybe bullshit to many people, especially when I happened to work in many well-known clubs in K.L n the main job description is to DRINK. Yet till this day i still wonder why they ever hired me when i just cannot & absolutely do NOT want to drink.

My Reason of HATING BOOZE:

1. the taste. I swear my taste buds are pretty fucked in it's head caz everytime i taste booze, i feel as im tasting nail polish remover. If i ever somehow wanna drink hard liquor, i have the mixture with green tea or filler up to the maximum with COKE/ SPRITE.
2. Im a typical Asian. Every sip i take, is basically every single changing red that i will get.
3. My whole entire body will start heating up. Trust me, winter is good for me when it comes to drinking. The more i drink, the longer i can stay out in the cold with just singlet n shorts.
4. If the face is practically filled to it's maximum shade of RED, then it will continue running down next to my neck & so on.
5. I start to itch. Heat to itch, not a good combination!
6. My voicebox increase a noch. Maybe more depends on the level
7. I laugh like a mother fucker. Can be irritating  
8. After a touch of sip, my face will turn sour for a second *like i got BIG face problem or wht i will look like when im 90*. I hate squinting my face. Its fuckin annoying n if anyone happens to snap the moment, im basically fucked to glory feeling shy.
9. Im a very quiet person when im sober n i keep alot of things to myself. However, u will hear the A to Z details about wht im keeping. Its dangerous!
10. after a few more drinks, say HELLO to my toilet bowl as i gush out all the rubbish nonsense that i ate & drank.
11. The more i drink, the longer im in the toilet. Well i can pretty much say that i will live in the toilet
12. I pass out & wake up the next morning having tummy cramps.
13. I get HYPER like a mother fucker

There are more but just cant seem to think @ this point in time. Yet how i manage to run away from all my clients when they are always high enjoying their moments in clubs, its a SECRET that ill never tell. Trust me, im sneaky but fucking good @ doing wht i do best

However last night was a complete different story.

You can say im too lost & confused. You can even say CHINATOWN is damn good @ influence. With my paria bro, drinking away & inhalin completely toxic, it was dohgy but worth it. Best part, never had to spend a penny.

I have a strong will when it comes to things i dont do, dare not do and  just dont wanna fucking do. I hate it, i wont push myself to do it. I just dont bother n just dont do it. Booze is one of them. Yet yesterday night i had my reasons to do :)

Eariler during the day & the day before rumours, gossips & scandals did a strong part to simple "pull" me down. Emotionally & physically.

My weakness was the main one, rest were all complete utter bullshit.

I just wanna make a clear statement to all. Aimed @ no one so please dont think anyhow :

I am not who i was. I maybe someone tht can push but all have limits. Dont fuck with me, then clearly I would never fuck back. Its called receiving and taking. Anything done wrong can be hidden but once its out, leads fucked to glory. Everyone have, kept, spilled secrets. I was once a drama Queen, but dont look back in the past, wake the fuck up. People change each day, just open eyes wider. What is seen is what is to know. Dont run either. How far the distance, how much trouble later. Lying & deceiving is a fuckin bitch, i know for a fact. However once apologise, its match made in heaven.

People make mistakes. Fuck man i do it all the fucking time. However unlike what i used to do, I dont deny & try and defend myself. I actually bring the ego way fuckin down to the negative level n i will apologise. Giving the fact that it may not be my fault or it actually is my fault, still just say it & its done. Maybe scared is pulling the fact but hey? Tried & done ur part. So be it. Its up to the other half to act smart. Betray, BackStab or clearly fake is defitnately a fucking knife stabbing to heart but everyone is gonna do it whether u or me like it or not. Just becareful who ur doing it to. I give more than i receive but im still not complaining till this fucking day. I still get all these nonsense n i can and have given all of it back before n maybe near future. But for now im good & brand fucking new. Like how the Black Eye Peas say " Dont Phunk With My Heart". U wanna try these nonsense, make sure u do it to the right person. Dont ever try n push it to the wrong one.

We can never get what we want but at least we must appreciate what we are getting. U live once, dont spoil it.

All that said, i repeat once & once only: It goes out to no one. Just one thing to be said after all chaos happening.

Arkley @ this point is good for some people but not others. I happened to b crucially part of it n now its suffocating.  Yes it hurts to feel like shit. It hurts to see what is going on. It hurts when the truth is all revealed and whose behind all these. However @ dis point it may look as though its a big fuckin problem, yet after the days are gone, it will just be something to be laughed n kepts as memory.

I drank my sorrows away. Its all down the drain n im cooled to the icy level or just being normal and not give a shit. However right now, how i feel is simply "I GIVE UP". Not everything. Just a tad of my life gossips & scandals.

Im hardly out & always steady in Arkley. Drama is old, im retired so heading out is less for me as i jus cannot b bothered. Being in is my home now. My territory. My land of chillin n doing what i do best. At least think before actions are done.

Now Arkley is just simply Arkley. No more booze, hello Reality

p.s what hurts the most is when u lost someone. Someone special. After all u have done, its gonna be @ rest but its different. It cuts n yes it hurts. I hate the feeling i just hate it. But hey it happens. So now my question to u. Does it hurt?

 "Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky strong is your fight

It doesnt matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it!" ©

These 5 sentences are constantly stuck inside my head the whole god damn week.  Damn U Michael Jackson & Fall Out Boy!

I have a new ADDICTION, well actually a weak spot for a word to be more exact.  It could be just me or maybe it applies to every single females & sum males out there... 

1 word &  just 4 letters. A small but strong word that i could never say NO to.

»S A L E«

I tried to walk away but ill always end up turning back.

Its just 1 damn word & i still ask myself why im always drawn to it. 

So anyways few days back Commonwealth Bank made me rather happy :) Havin Lesbian & Im.so.asian living under the same roof,  how could i ever say NO for ladies day out.

♥

Lesbian, u feel the love?

im.so.asian & i wer rather scared of the lady behind.

Its a real bitch to wait for a tram

3 hours of fun

1.5 hours of seeing the word  SALE

1 hour in MB catchin up goosips & scandals infused with caffeine, inhalin sticks that is killin our lives slowly & eating away the best Belgium Chocolate Waffles in the world   

Im not a big fan of waffles but this one i swear, its ORGASMIC :)

All tht said & done, i am now officially BANKfuckinCRUPTED!!!!

& it only took a few hours! Damn "Sale"!  havoc la, time 2 camp inside Arkley till further notice

xox

Exactly 2 more mother fuckin weeks, 14 fuckin more dreadful days & COUNTING ....

DRAMARAMA LAND, here I fucking come ...

Till this day, im very much amazed by how fast Time can really fly... No wonder "Time is Money"

5 suffering/unproductive/lazy/cannot b fucked/diu lan months, fuckin finally its nearly over.

Everyone else flew back since d start of this month & suprise! suprise! Im still stuck over here. Thanks to RMIT "university semester examinations" ,lets jus say RMIT decided to kidnapped me as hostage until 6th July till im released from sum fucked up "examinations"....chao ci bai  

Once all tht is done, im sitting on a jet plane getting ready to get high

I cant wait for my final gay ass mofo paper to be done caz as soon as its done, im sure as hell prepared to catwalk down the Lecturer's Lounge giving the most violent killer facial expression, posing my ultimate signature look & scream fm the top of my lungs " FUCK RMIT! & PLZ ... KISS MY FUCKIN ASIAN ASS U RACIST CUNTS!"

It is gonna be sum goooooooooood mother fuckinnnnnnn shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

*inhale, exhale*

ohhhh stoned is my word for the day.. wen i is sober i will blog... i promise...

Phei hai sexy wong is here n she is bad influence.. i swear;... keke

anyways happy birthday June Ppl...

but for someone special such as 69 & famous drunken party blogger, aka Victor Tan

k firstly 69, my favourite online flirt mofo... The one with the long fingernail & a very seksi sports car, Happy Birthday... Dont worry ill buy u burberry :p

happy chao tut birthday my friend

next

the one with the Vickyvacko. The one tht is always in Velvet without fail...

hve a good one :)

PPL IM COMING BACK SOON

counting down the days till i get to chao tut... meanwhile ill be enjoying my occasional chao tut moments with Phei hai sexy wong :p

dont worry i ask myself too many fuckin times...

i dont care

i dont know

i jus answered.....

so here goes....

Im no longer listed as the "single" bitch...

ahhhhh CRAPPPP!!!!!!

whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? yes i know u can shoot me.. why not? who doesnt wanna?