Frantic Tantric
So busy can die.
I did my running around and met up with FaiTheMai at about 2 am last night at AHR.
He dragged me to Cynna and Atrium.
And woke up between Basil and i in Ascott.
Drunk somemore want to party
-_-
So pulling a Joyce ha ha.
Skipping The Monday Blues
By experiencing pain instead
I went for my first brazilian wax today
I never did it before, not because i adore a fancy garden, no!, but on the contrary.
“Try it,” my regular manicurist would urge as she nonchalantly files my nails down to a square shape. “It won’t grow back as much.”
“Er… ugh…. i want to but… i just cannot tahan growing it to 1cm la!”
So after many failed attempts at growing it up to a cm (it’s torture okay. i just cannot stand it.)
I finally got it up to a cm (not that i measure la okay. I just agak-ed) and went for it.
It was…. not as painful as everyone described it to be.
“Ask them for something for you to bite on so you won’t scream,” advised a girlfriend.
“What… that painful ka?!”
I didn’t scream at all in the end
Just squirmed slightly and particular points of time
“You can take the pain ar, alot of customers cannot the first time they do it,” Corrine said (i think that’s how its spelt)
“Uh huh…” i replied, thinking that my tattoos were visual justice that i could take pain.
There were two types of waxes.
The first gel-like one strips off the longer hairs, whereas the hard pastel green wax does the rest
The most degrading
was when i bared my ass to her.
I mean… i’m a pretty open person, don’t get me wrong.
I even wanted KinkyPugKevin to follow me for my first time (he refused of course)
“Wanna teman me?”
“WHY?!” he almost-shouted and our friendship was on strain, “Can’t you ask Kanch?!”
“No… cos she’s homophobic…”
End of story was he’s too gay to tahan seeing my pun in his face.
So i went alone.
Shit i forgot why i came to this part in the first place.
So, i was saying i’m a pretty open person, yeah?
But it’s hard to maintain dignity when a stranger holds open your ass cheeks to check whether there’s any hair there to remove them from your ass crack.
So yeah.
* * *
I go to Strip
28 First Floor
Jalan Telawi 5
Bangsar Baru 59 100
Kuala Lumpur
Tel: 03 2283 6094
All their services are open to men as well.
Upon bombarding the girls working there, they say that a decent number of men who go for waxes as well, primarily Malay and Chinese.
I guess if Indians go, it’s gonna cost a bomb cos then they’d have to strip the rest of their body.
Takkan just have an empty patch down there 
By Sheer Coincidence
My lovelies and i had the same day off
So in a jiffy, we all decided to round up the goods needed to have Taboo night!
It took us two hours to get everything -_-
Two hours okay.
We convoyed in three cars - DhanyaTheMonkel and SpankyCammy in the first, leading the way for Steph and i
Those two chatted so much and didn’t pay attention till they missed a turning and we got on the highway to Sungai Buloh
*slaps head*
I just drove to Sg. Buloh earlier that day for paintball with Gobi & gang
After two hours, StephTheVolcano was ready to go home and pasaut.
I was slumping over in my seat feeling like strangling them.
But we finally got everything we needed. Banana caramel liqueur. Taboo. Shiraz. Bailey’s. Nasi lemak antarabangsa. Corn on the cob from the same dodgy road. Big Apple donuts from The Curve. Seaweed + wasabi flavoured chips.
Lugged it all to SpankyCammy’s penthouse in Ampang (we only have use of it for one more month!) where we spent the night talking crap, laughing and forgetting most of what we laughed about till 6 in the morning.
Mwah To MaryBerry!
Remember the ‘happiest picture ever’ when we went to Bukit Tinggi?
Yeah. You picked the higher log cos you’re so small :p
2004 in 1U (i know right.)
You and FoxyLisa slutting it in the backseat
Early 2004
End 2004
Three years later,
we don’t drink every other day like we used to
we don’t frequent Atmosphere every Saturday and run off to find each other every time Shiny Disco Balls comes on cos it’s Lisa’s song!
we don’t travel off together for getaways and raves anymore
Lisa doesn’t wake up with my breast in her eye anymore
you don’t whine to me that you hate being called mafia
we all went through the stages of finishing college, starting work, and changing jobs
one of us is hitched and pregnant
another is living with her other half
and the last is single and slutting blogging it
Tonight @ Marmalade
Actually… you two look almost the same 0_o
I’m just the one always changing my hairstyles
Cheers baby girl.
You’re not a baby anymore even though you’re the youngest amongst us three.
Cos a real baby is on the way 
But you can tell her/him your (crap) Bobo bear stories
I can tell them my (marvelous) fairy ones
And we both can tell them how naughty their mum was back in the 2000s
Gawd, we’re growing up too fast.
I Was The Coolest
Person Walking Into Zouk.
Why?
‘Cos i was carrying my umbrella.
It’s been pouring in KL alot lately, flash floods and the lot causing jam.
And it was raining again last night as i pulled into the Zouk carpark.
People were running and skipping into the entrance area were others were hiding in the shade.
Whereas fantastic me, strutted in slowly under the shade of my brollie.
Plus it’s not just any frumpy one okay!
It matched my outfit, much to SuckballLouis’ distress - “Girls manage to find so many excuses for the money they spend.”
Well, look at it this way, alot of girls in KL spend RM50 on a top like nobody’s business.
So RM50 for an M&S umbrella is exceptionally practical as a fashion statement, especially if it matches my clothes!
I don’t care.
I’m still going to continue carrying my brollies ‘cos they prevent my hair colour from running. Plus it’s not my problem if other people are too self-conscious to carry umbrellas thinking they’re nerdy.
DoorBitchIvan just layaned me as he rolled my Um up, back into its’ tiny package,
which fit easily into my huge auntie handbag.
Even If Your Engrish
Is Not The Powers,
…I’m sure you can write a 16-word story.
C’mon, a 16-word story.
Check out Apostrophe
Was thinking about which 16 words i could come up with before drifting into sleep last night.
Dahlah so tired, lagi want to think about story 0_o
I got all jumbled up cos 16 words may be little, but then it makes you want to utilize it completely
16 words… what to write… ooh…. maybe about a girl running off somewhere argh dowan so cliche and people will think it’s me but i don’t think it’s me or is it? oh for fuck’s sake think tomorrow can now is rest time somemore can’t stop blabbering in my brain sleep sleep sleep!
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