FUCK ME, I just read the shit i put up a coupla hours ago. I'm just editing it to make some sense of it. Surprisingly Josie, Carlos and Jun-E seemed to understand my semi drunken rant. I've keeping the original post to remind me of what a moron i was and adding on to make some sense of what i was saying in italics.
its a coupla seconds before 3am. I've only had about 7 beers but I am happy. It always helps to have a couple of beers on an empty stomach after a day trip to Singapore.
I only type this to placate the millions of my 2 fans out there. (The Bai, who sent me a comment saying he missed my witty, ascerbic posts) AND I remember I owe Ame a post. From my fuzzy memory I remember that 21 club in Bangsar has some Sweet Young Things. I remember that I would die of shame if I would appreciate them for those fine gyrating booty action as I think I'm a little too old to be lusting after early 20 somethings. I get approached by TWO different men about my t-shirt. My gay stigma remains after all these years.
Dear Gay Men, can't you gents see that I DO NOT use toner for my umm... genetials? face? arse? Well actually I dont even know what it's for.
I'm heating up the crispy luncheon meat and mutton curry from the fridge. I cannot remember how long they've been in there. If you dont see a post within the next month that would mean that aliens from Mars have drugged me and taken my brain for further study in Singapore (wtf? no idea where this came from but leaving it in). I took a whiff of both the curry and meat. No smell. I should be sage ( i meant SAFE. Spent about 5 minutes trying to figure out what the fuck i meant -_-).