Chained Up

She was finally set free.. then got caught again, fell right into another hell hole. Stupid bitch. Taken for granted, she's signed up to be emotionally beaten by someone whom she once was. This, I call it karma. Lesson never learned. Maybe she's just self-challenging, self-abusing, preparing for the worse to come. Maybe. May it be worth while. God bless her.

One night, when we decided to drop by Movida after Craig's event at Shah's Village.

My boys' first time there, didn't like it.

Gave next table a MAGIC finger for some chap was being an absolute turn-off.

My bad. F-Off mode switched on then.

One night, when Lil'Jean invited us to some private party at Lust.

SiZZLE~SiZZLE indeed. Sweats much?

Meet the Baradarans of TCM.

Zoo Mission

It happened over the 1-week holiday last week, I believe it was a Wednesday..

Honestly, I've lost track of my days since my alcoholism started. I even think I murdered something last night. I remember.. it's...... an ant. BULLS!

So back to my story, on that very particular day, I read off Facebook about 3-4 group of my friends who also visited the zoo, all different timing! FREAK.

Wait, back to my real story. The six of us - Clayton, Steffie, Penny, Mark, Geoff and yours truly, me, drove down the hundreds and hundreds of miles to Zoo Negara after an unsatisfying Dim Sum breakfast at 'Yuen Garden' or something.. (It's in SS2, same row as Sri Siam, at the corner)

The trip was a disappointing one. I guess the cheap thrills we enjoyed when we were toddlers simply aren't meant to thrill us anymore. Take my advice, just leave it as that. I rather comfortably be couch potato switching onto Astro Discovery Channel at home to watch the animals eating off one another with more wild actions. I could easily google 'zoo animals' to see how hippopotamus and leopard looks like, really, bet you it'll be more fascinating.

Also, the large crowd didn't help. There were more migrants than animals! I dislike crowd like that, just like I never enjoyed concerts unless if I'm given the VIP area.. I need not build interpersonal relationship by rubbing sweaty, sticky, sweaty hands with them nor to lookout for pick-pockets.

Enough. Goodbye zoo. I never liked you anyway..

Serving Karma

Serving karma. Hell fuckin yeah.
It's true when they say "do unto others what you would have them do unto you"
Just wish I could jump onto the next flight out to some secluded place and blog about this facial mask on my face or how shoes stink after a long day out or how gorgeous the man I bypassed today or how Gerald Butler love sucking my feet... no wait, I meant my toe.

Relationship for men.. Isn't it rocket science?
Fholes aside..

Oh Oh ask me how's my new job! Erm.. Better than a bowl of chilled rubbish-tasting soup.
Nah.. KIDDING lah.. Getting the hang of it. Processes are such boring routines, I kid you not. Just can't wait to get my hands on the keyboard for some concept ideas generating again. I call it my very own 'Project Shortcake'.
Now it's all pretty mundane but the satisfaction when a job's completed, BLISS. Repetition of yadda yadda, daily.

It's part and parcel of life. Suck it up. *pats self*

Cheers y'all. Counting down to Friday.. PUBLIC HOLIDAY baby!

Don't Hesitate

Sometimes you just have to go for it. – Put your uncertainty and fears aside for a second and ask yourself this: “If I try and I don’t get it right the first time, what will I have lost and what will I have gained?” The answer is: You will have lost nothing but a little bit of your time while gaining an important lesson that will help you get it right the second or third time. People rarely get it right the first time. In fact, usually the only people who ever get it right are those who continue going for it even when they’ve come up short numerous times before

Everyone can make a huge difference. – Making one person smile can change the world. Maybe not the whole world, but their world. So start small and start now