chaka chaka

a new day, a new year.  as usual my discomfiture in releasing details about private stuff (to an extent) stems from the fact that the great internetz is anything but. oh, hello spiders. did you know that bots contribute more than 80% of my traffic at any odd day of the week? yup, that’s right.

the birthday and the week leading up to it was Cowabunga! simply because there are no other words to describe it. a daily surprise countdown: little (and not-so-little) things from the person i love most in the world; the finale: a super-pariah, uber-mabuk, 我像 lambie/please speak english, drinking session with my new and old friends. no, seriously, to all those who called me lightweight, you try downing 2 pints of hoegaarden + 1 graveyard + 1 flaming lambo + 4 random shots then you walk a tightrope in your Jimmy Choos while balancing seal pups on your face. so from my vantage point, which was face-first in a puddle full of stomach acid, i saw (or rather, i would have seen it if i stayed conscious) those whom i should continue hold close. i love you guys. thanks for taking care of ‘lil ‘ol smashed me. :)

new year’s eve was bloody beetroots at life centre. @khairulnz blew us off because of the traffic that existed in his head. @hailat was probably not feeling well. and despite retiring my aching feet by 2am like an aunty, my day & night ’twas fun you obviously didn’t have on new year’s. because i’m a snob like that and the world revolves around me, not you.

and that’s all i have to say about that. that, and wannabe writers should do less writing and more salsa-ing or leg-spreading or refine their cock-sucking techniques and shut the flying fuck up.

danke, 2009. you were very good to me. /hugs