Friday, September 17, 2010

Someone's experience in Malacca.

There was once when I visited Malacca with my colleagues. We went for karaoke and I invited along my these two pretty girlfriends of mine from Malacca. My colleagues all went excited with the pretty girlfriends that I brought along. We were there drinking happily.

I went to the washroom and on my way back to our karaoke room, I passed by an empty room. I was really tired. I thought to myself, alright I'll just take a rest here. Just for awhile, just awhile will do.

And.... I dozed off. After don't know how many hours that I had dozed off, I woke up in a startle. I quickly returned to our room but to find that everyone had left without me. So I left the karaoke place and tried to get a cab to take me back to the hotel.

Unfortunately, in Malacca, its not easy to get a cab during wee hours. I walked on the street from one end to the other looking for a cab, but there were simply none. I felt slightly panicked. And I tell myself, "Alright, calm down..."

I saw a steamboat van and I told myself, to heck with it, I'll just have some food first. Thereafter, I tried asking the steamboat guy (whom is a bangladesh) if he knew the way back to the hotel. He didn't know the way or perhaps he didn't know what I was talking about.

Next, I saw a police patrol car right in front of a 7-eleven store. I approached them telling them that I'm from KL and I came to Malacca for a business trip. While having drinks with my bosses, I fell asleep. Now all my bosses have left the place and I have no idea how to get back to my hotel. And neither could I get a cab to send me back. I asked if it is fine for them to give me a ride.

The inspector asked what do I do for living. I told him I'm an accountant. He further questioned which company do I work for. I told them I work in BNM. I convinced them to send me back to my hotel.

On our way back to my hotel, the Inspector started asking me on how to do tax filling as he was afraid that he didn't do it properly. Upon reaching my hotel, he still wouldn't stop asking me on how to do tax filling....

Imagine, I had an inspector to send me back to my hotel and he wouldn't stop asking me on how to do tax filling. That was quite an experience. Totally hysterical.

And for once, this is not about me and this did not happen to me. I guess there are people who more f**k up than me, after a couple of drinks. :)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Another one of those PY nights

Woke up in the morning with a terrible headache and hangover, why am I not surprised...

Tried very hard to recall last night... Bits of flashback here and there. Alas, I just can't remember the body of the story. Why bother, I tell myself. But the other side of me replied, of course you need to remember. It's not healthy living 2 nights a week of not remembering stuff.

Hit the bed for the second time in a much more peaceful way, and I was totally knocked out with fatigue. Woke up few hours later to realize that I was running late for AFU's service appointment. Took a glance at my phone and noted the missed calls. Damn, I was so deadly asleep that I couldn't hear WY's calls at all. There goes my driver for the day.

Quickly beeped my back-up driver. Phew~ He can make it. While sending me home, he commented that I smelled like a walking bottle of whiskey. Embarrassed. I simply brushed off the comment saying that I was drinking with colleagues last night. I told a 50% true statement. I was indeed drinking. With... HELL and HEAVEN.

Things to do for the rest of the day. To catch up with work, though I'm on leave. On second thought, while waiting for the hangover to move itself away from me, I might as well be a couch potato and catch up with my drama series. I felt like I've totally been run over by a truck.

Half watching the movie and half day dreaming, a zillion questions and thoughts ran over my mind. The Who, When, Where, Why and How.... They just seemed to have occupied my mind, uninvited.

Late in the evening, I began to catch up with my work. Managed to complete within the budgeted time? Of course not. I really need to work out a way to juggle this crazy workload and lifestyle of mine.

Lesson learnt for the day. NONE. Going to live another night where I can't recall the body of the story? PROBABLY AGAIN. Till the day comes when I'm condemned by it. I NEED THIS. Otherwise, I"m quite a handful. AT TIMES.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

A secret

The whispers in my ear...

The flush on my cheeks...

I'm going crazy...

Monday, September 6, 2010

10 Best Places to Make Love

Quoted from Cosmopolitan

1. In the laundry room 29% of people have done it
X - Never dated anyone who owns a laundry room. I recently own a laundry room. But then, laundry room? Too American style...

2. In your parents' bedroom 34% of people have done it
Y

3. In a tent 37% of people have done it
X - The last time I went camping, I was only 12. That's a bit young right. Please, I'm not a pervert.

4. At a park 42% of people have done it
Y

5. On the kitchen table 48% of people have done it
X - Not bad a fantasy huh

6. In the woods 49% of people have done it
X - Doing that in Malaysia, you'll probably end up with DENGGI

7. In the pool or a body of water 54% of people have done it
X - Water sex can actually dry up your lubrication. Quoted by Cosmopolitan

8. In your childhood bedroom 65% people have done it
Y

9. In a car 80% of people have done it
Y

10. In the shower or bathtub 82% of people have done it
X - Just didn't

All the "Y"s... No comment. P&C :P