celestial anarchy programme.
(Monday, February 27, 2006)
i had a long week.
i'm so tired, if you put me on a bed and ask a japanese pornstar to blow me, i'll fall asleep. more accurately, i'll fall asleep before she even get to where i am. that's how tired i am.
it was all about travelling last week.
first on monday i was in kl, then i was in Penang and Kedah on tuesday, back to KL on wednesday and Taiping on thursday. then on friday, i was practically fried.
G left for australia back on friday so i went to see her off followed by tutoring some driving lesson which somehow lead me to a house party.
here's briefly what the party was about:
there's a weird chinese boy with a huge ass bag who thinks he's black and still does.
there was a malaysian eurasian girl who thinks she's deutsche and wants to stay in NY/German and got a whole fucking basement of whiskey.
there's an grumpy indian boy that talks black and has a tad more hair than normal human being.
there was a drunk
friendly malay girl who loves french men and thinks she's a mexican.
there was some cool dude who's really fucking funny but talks in a monotonous tone.
there was that singh that loves liqour so much, i've never seen anything that like that before. actually, i have. period.
there was the mexican's boyfriend who loves indian boys, for real.
there's a bunch of cool boys who hogs the barbeque pit and the not-so-cool boys has to drink liqour as substitute for food and they have to punch each other when the food arrives. which is pretty much a great news, except that they haven't got enough to drink.
there was these few hot quiet malay chicks.
there was a fucking gargatuan (yes, if you must ask, it's HUGE) house with a lake and pool.
there was this loud house music which was fucking good but no one was drunk enough to start prancing around.
and last but not least, there was the lucky pimp who got a blowjob in the living room.
other than that, it was pretty much like any other party i've been to.
then i had to go to the first leg of Ngai Hoe's wedding in Sepang, Fei Lee's hometown, on the very next day. man, was i fucking exhausted or was i fucking exhausted. but it's all good, really, cause anywhere with some food is always fun. did i mention we have to go 50plus rounds of 'Yammmmm Seng' (cheers!) to express our gratitute to the guests. i had to drive so i didn't have more than 5 drops of alcohol but at the end of the day, i lost my voice anyways.
finally, on sunday, i was nailed for fatal exhaustion. too tired to speak or to move a finger. even barney the annoying dinasour couldn't scare me out of my bed.
