“The more decisions that you are forced to make alone, the more you are aware of your freedom to choose” For me, I want to blame it on being my star sign, but then I get fickle on whether it's the star sign or freewill.
I was under excruciating pain. Oh how I love to exaggerate.
My point is, the more I know I shouldn't be out, the more I wanted to just go. Popped up about 4 different pain killers, put on a dress, let my bruise make its mark on my arm, and drove myself down to Zouk.
I have never really liked the fact being in Zouk. Memories I have of it, that stuck in my head was when I was 23, and a 19 year old boy said expressionless, "Oh, so you are a veteran," Damn. No one likes feeling old huh?
Then, being persuaded to go and nothing better to do, I thought, what the heck. If I wanna leave later, I could just go.
But the mixture of the pain killers and the night, just made it all right. It was my first time in Phuture, Zouk on it Flava night. And even in the VIP section it was packed as hell.... you wish you could just slain yourself, so people would make space.
What.. i actually don't have a point here. Have I ever had one?
There are no good girls gone wrong - just bad girls found out Mae West
A trip that conjure up a sense of naughtiness, escape and a secret well kept besides those snapshots that would not make to even dream of becoming a politician. As I reach home I realize if I had low-cholesterol order from the doc and keep the alcohol before 3pm i had violated it, with flair and without style! It was a bachelorette party that went wild!
When I first decided to go for the trip, in my mind, brace yourself, intoxicate, and just make the best out of it. Never in my wildest dream thought it would be what it was.
If I could create an award, that trip would definitely hands down get an accolade for such fun! The girls that I was with was just simply amazing. Tiger lily.. wish I had more time there with your entourage!
Koh Phi Phi, despite having the BURGER RAMLEE costing RM10 for a burger without cheese and the fact that plastic doesn't apply, I fell in love with it! The wild nights, the SINGHA, SORAYA (the most amazing Thai bartender), and oh those hot divers at that lil shop!
Apache bar.. we couldn't keep away from it.. even for a night. All those random boys on the street.. we couldn't keep away as well. ;) And we cannot keep ourselves away from those buckets as well!
But as all rules of trip goes.... What happens there, stays there.
And even as I leave the lil island to head home, I met two incredible, hot boys to keep me entertained till I reach Krabi.
To sum it... one hell of unexpected experience!
xoxo Rollo T
Kudos to the organizer, for making it such a memorable trip for all of us. We had one hell of a time, brazzing our already tanned self at the beach, looking at hot bods, counting numbers of people that peed at the beach, and getting ourselves over the normal limit of tolerance level! Without u at the trip, you know it wouldn't come close to even being fun.
After working hours, I hit traffic and head down to Air Asia.
With much intoxication from the CNY luncheon, I was still gi
ggly even when I checked in my bags or even when I drove to the airport.
Upon arriving, me and m
y Party Boy, couldn’t wait to get our hands on the duty free vices.
Next morning, a cold one is just the right cure for it.
And by night, I was back in
KL wishing I was still in Langkawi grooving to the sounds of Pure Vibe!
LABUAN OPEN 2009
What can I say...
Upon heading there, I was like a kid in a candy store.. the two words any KB would like to hear.. was being conceptualize.. DUTY FREE....
By noon, we were knocked out silly by coconut flavoured delish and that mix of pineapple.
As the dawn hits.. then we get the cold feet. We are playing paintball after 2 years of being away and lacking the proper training that was used to be drilled upon us by our previous mentors and coaches.
But all in, we didn't do quite bad I guess, for someone who just formed a team a day before. Luck was on our side, and the LUXE markers made it all good and right.
By night fall, at the players party, all rules are thrown at before we entered the "DISKO". We stuck on our intoxicated smiles, KL style, and partied the roof down to god knows what era of a song!
We are missing the labuan hospitality and those school kids by the time we reach back to the office to work that Monday!
You know, its wrong, when u wake up, and you don't remember, where you are and you had to check if you had your clothes on....
Someone once said
Bangkok smells of sex, but this aroma is mingled with the sharper whiffs of sex and money. To me... it just reeked the smell of hangovers, and sleazy bars...
xoxo
Rollo T on things that have been going on since the New Year
I actually had this up on facebook note. But I just want to keep this here.
Joshie: My once-use-to be-white teddy that I sleep with that can disgust any guy who ever had a sleepover at my place. It was a gift from my friends (eleen, srie, sue + the rest) on my 19th birthday. I still sleep and hug it every night.
I miss those who I had loved before, but I know I can never be with them. The kind of thing that just kills you inside.
I would live the country in a heartbeat – but when I can, I make reasons not to. Don’t even try to figure me out!
I grind my teeth when I sleep. I can’t replicate the sound when I am awake. When I get really tired it gets even worse. For those who had to endure it, I pity all of u.
I don’t eat barbeque-d chicken. I don’t know why, I just don’t like it. I would always stick to chicken sausages
I always am the luckiest person in an unlucky situation (Aref – you were the one who made me realize this!)
Movies are a sacred thing to me. Taking a guy to the cinema to watch a movie on a date is like meeting the parents for me. I would only do that, once I know I am crazy about the person enough. Only if I were crazy about him that even if he thought a movie like 30 days of night is cool, I would still kiss him afterwards.
When my mom was pregnant with me, she thought I was a boy. A few scanners confirmed that I was a boy. She called me Amin, when I was resting in her tummy. Only moments before labour she found out that I am actually a girl. At least that’s the story she told me. Well, at least that explains my un lady-like behaviour.
I am cynic, and yet I am a hopeless romantic. I am a walking contradiction.
I hate making decisions. Sometimes, I can’t even decide whether I am hungry. I try to rationalize too much before making decision.
I attract mentally unstable people. See my facebook profile - I am an insane magnet. Psychotic men tend to feel at home with me. But then again, a close friend once said that, the men I have loved and been with are normal people until they be with me (Yes Fendi, u were the one who said it, I can always count on u to come up with ways to give me a dose painful realization). Go figure.
Nik Justin is the first person that calls me by the name Tits. Somehow, over the years, and typo errors the name kind of got stuck on me.
I am allergic to seafood (– but I think it’s just psychological). When I had the attack, I was still a kid. And I refuse to touch prawns and crabs even now that I am all grown up.
I am vengeful by nature, but since I am forgetful, I forget the plot of my revenge, who or why I wanted to get even with.
I should not be in charge in taking care of any living thing. I had 2 hamsters when I with my ex, but after the break up, he gave the custody of it to me. BIG MISTAKE. I forgot to feed it for days. The next thing I know, one hamster lost its head. When the survivor died, it even buried itself.
I don’t think I have ever been on a real date. Have I? What constitute a real date anyway?
I get easily distracted. So, if my eyes wonder off when I am talking to u, or I zone off while u are talking, it’s not U- I just have problem focusing. If you ask me I’ll come up with some cock and bull story that I am diagnosed with A.D.D but I am allergic to Ritalin.
I tend to repeat the same story to several different people over and over again like a parrot. It’s pathetic!
When I get emotional and my mind is not in an advisable condition (although I’m never really in the right state of mind) I like to drive around alone, handphone’s off, windows down, cigarettes in between my fingers with the sounds of Maria Mena, Fiona Apple, Koko Kaina, Ling Kai, Racheal Yamagata (and the list goes on) to soothe me. Depressing songs soothes me. Again, don’t ask.
No matter what, I love my Mickey Dees and my Malrboro’s. Don’t try to separate us. Don’t even try.
There’s nothing bad or terrible that u could say/call/ or name me that have never been said to me before from the people that I have loved before. It’s a curse, but I think I am addicted to the drama and the emotional abuse.
I love attention, compliments and public display affection. Although I try to play it cool most of the time. But then again, I don’t react to compliments very well.
I love my family. And I believe absence makes the heart grow fonder, that’s why I am rarely home.
I hate being predictable. I hate routine. I love doing stupid things that can get me in trouble, though I think age have made me more responsible (yeah right).
I always manage to screw things up and piss off anybody and everyone who ever or still cares for me unintentionally. Don’t ask me how. It’s a natural talent that I don’t wish to possess.