THE PARTY WAS A BLAST. READ REVIEW HERE AND HERE. PICTURES ARE HERE. I’M TOO LAZY TO WRITE A REVIEW…….OH WELL, MAYBE LATER.

Warning: Long post ahead. Many photos.

The day started pretty okay. I woke up at 9 plus, traffic was smooth and I was in time for class. Mr. B, my hot lecturer was hilarious as always. I was looking forward to having him as my paper’s supervisor but alas, luck’s not on my side.

After class, I met up with Andreas of alwayswow.com‘s fame. What a fun and intelligent guy! We had lunch at Chilli’s Bangsar. I had chicken salad and tomato juice. After lunch, I dropped Andreas off at his office and went back to college for the more classes.

Andreas’ burger.

My chicken salad.

Before Mr.J came in, we attempted to cheer ourselves up with some cam whoring.

My hot chicas - CP and Song Yia. Sorry, request for contact info will not be entertained.

My other sistas - Ju Wei and Eugene. Request for contact info will definitely be entertained.

Bapok pose. Thank you.

Mr. J’s class was terribly boring, as usual. I almost dozed off but thanks to his random shrieks, I managed to stay awake. It was with utter happiness that the gang and I left class for some refreshment.

CHEERS!

After the drinking session, we went back to class tipsy, giddy and happy. Mr. J’s class suddenly didn’t seem so boring anymore. Mr. J even asked for my name, apparently he think’s I’m an active participant in class, woohoo. However, as usual after barely an hour, my “allergy” to alcohol started to kick in. I was drowsy, hit my forehead on the table a couple of times.

CP: Yoooohoooo…KIM! Me: *mumbles* yeah?

CP: SMILE! Me: Uhuh…k.

After what seemed like an eternity, we left class for home. While waiting for our shuttle bus, suddenly I felt really sick. Abdominal pain, heaviness on the asshole and nausea. I tried not to think about it, hoping the pain would eventually go away. It didn’t. I rushed to the loo at 3rd floor (namely cause I was pressing the buttons frantically otherwise I would have used the ground floor’s) before my ass burst. Almost tripped on my panties, but I prevailed. Literally pissed from the ass.

However, my condition did not get better. Instead, I seemed to be having some fucking intense period pain. I actually screamed and groaned in the privacy of my cubicle, heard the door opened but slammed shut immediately….someone must have been spooked :P Honestly, I thought I was going to die. My friends called me many times on the phone but I couldn’t stand up to answer it. They finally found me after checking every floor’s toilets. I love you guys! *HUGS*

I wasn’t even strong enough to wash my ass, let alone opened the door for them. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, I mustered my last remaining strenght and called my Dad up. I was crying on the phone like a baby. After that, I puked. On the floor were remnants of the chicken salad I had at Chilli’s. And then every bloody pain I was having stopped. It was a bloody miracle, I tell you. Seriously, I thought I was going to be found dead, with my panties down, ass covered in shit water and legs encrusted in puke. Fortunately, it did not happen. I cleaned myself up and walked out with dignity.

I was so touched to see all my friends there, SY, CP, Eugene, Lawrence and Nick. They stuck by me, even missing the last shuttle bus. Then my parents came and took me home. My brother drove my car back. I was supposed to reach home early and celebrate his birthday. And he didn’t grumble a word. I love my brothers.

After much retrospective pondering, I came to a conclusion that it was the salad I had. So people, order at Chilli’s at your own risk. Remember, it was at CHILLI’S BANGSAR that I got food poisoning. My FIRST ever food poisoning. After so much of rodents, reptiles, raw meat, roadside meals, catpoop laden foodstalls’ food and various spicy food…..I succumbed to a bloody salad, at CHILLI’S B. A. N. G. S. A. R. The irony.

By the time I reached home, I was feeling fairly okay. Was not going to ruin my brother’s day so we stuck to the initial plan of feasting on seafood at Kepong.

First dish : Marmite Crabs. Better or equal to orgasm.

Don’t blame me, I was hungry I couldn’t care less for taking pictures.

The last dish: Deepfried softshell crabs with salted egg yolks. I could eat this everyday!

Birthday boy. No, he’s not simulating a blowjob. That’s Nicklaus on the right.

Dirty fingers. Dad guzzling beer.

I’m happy cause everyone sayang me so much today.

Truly, without the shit, you can’t find good.

++ Edit++

Oh and yeah…Mom’s car got stolen this morning. May them who stole Mom’s car upon entering Thailand, get into a horrible accident and then get sodomised by 14 militants - with their rifles. But anyway, thank you, we’re getting a bigger ride.

It’s a fucking horrible day. First, my period’s being stubborn. Just fucking bleed, ok? I have a party to attend this weekend and the last thing I want is to feel bloated, bleak and bloody.

Then in some dumb twist of circumstances I got into an identity crisis that’s totally uncalled for. Long story, not in the mood to explain and I’m not her. Stop speculating, fuckers.

I drove to college with an almost empty petrol tank. Thought I could make my way home. Yeah I did. But it was minus aircon, radio and under a sweltering afternoon sun. I must have lost 2 buckets of sweat.

I came home to find my mail opened by some fucker. Probably the postman. It’s some marketing gimmick package from Nike, he probably thought it’s something valuable since it’s shaped and weighs like a cd. Still, I feel violated.

I just hate my life right now. My acnes are starting to bother me. I’m tired and sleepy all the time and I can’t stop eating. I need to go shopping.

My keys and camera are still with James. So I ripped a couple of pictures from Jayn‘s phone. These were taken on Friday night.

Me and Jayn.

James, me and Jayn.

Alcohol.

Best friends are forever.

Highschool crush. Then I got fatter.

Ah Sang.

I feel fat and I hate it. Jayna and I made a pact; we’re going to achieve our target weight by our birtdays in July.

I’m having a sudden outburst of acnes on my face thanks to too many late nights. One on my chin, one right on the edge of my upper lip, one above my upper lip, one right smacked on my nose and one on my eyebrow. Been gulping down litres of barley herbal tea but to no avail. I’m officially a pizza face.

Went to La Caso last night. Played a game of pool. It was weird I usually suck at it but yesterday I was pretty good although I pocketed the black ball thinking it was purple. Stupid lights.

I feel like picking up snooker again cause everyone seems to be good at something. Yeah, except me. I could never stick to an activity till at least being good at it. Sometimes it’s lack of interest, sometimes it’s money, sometimes it’s time and most times it’s laziness. No wonder I’ve been trying to lose weight for 6 freaking years.

Oh gawd I want to sleep this off.

i just got back from thai club…..dontrealise how much i missed it till i step into the place.
.james rocccccccccccccccccccccck
so is ah sangggggggggggggg ah sangggggg i luv uuu
i love jaynnnnnnnnnnnnnn i love u babe you’re my best friend forver n ever and ever and ever
i puked onto plants at duestche berggdwhatzever but im stil hotttest
gonna do lucnh with jayn omg i miss you so much babe sorry i gotta made u take me home early
but sam’s evo rocks omg my first time in evo, cun car i want evo evo evo evo evo evo evo evo evo sam’s cooooooooooooooooooooooooool u lucky girl im so happy for u if he bully u i gonna pummel him into a pulp and crash his evo with me kelisa!!!!
i love you alllllllllllllll i love my mom

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JPJ, you could hire me to do a better, more canggih, satisfaction guaranteed flash intro for you. just forget about my summons, i’ll do it for free.

OMFG