A comeback

After many many weeks of staying away from motherland Zouk,
Today me and Jac joined the rest of the bunch after midnight.. all because I lost to a scissor paper stone game....
I splattered about half a bottle of Elizabeth Arden foundation and I ended up looking almost as good as I used to. Not a bad effort. At least we could make silly moneybags buy us drinks and I could get some old ah pek at coffee shop to oggle at me with sleepy eyes.
Sham called them stallions. oh welll.. that made me come up with a neat rap:

Uh ya can call yerself a stallion..
with all those yer dang medallions..
but really.. in this batallion..
I wouldnt do ya for a million....

It's a prequel to my rap piece of:

(standing on one's right)...
Uh uh look to your right..
geezess.. you gave me a fright!
someone turn off the light!
Coz damn mtf.. ya aint no sight!

How's it? not too bad for a drunken badger ye?

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Before the break of dawn, just when I thought that I was losing my modjo, I watched Juve vs Madrid and witnessed that beautiful goal kick by my lovely man David Trezequet. It was almost orgasmic, Trezequet is the man, and now I am pretty sure I am still every inch a woman. My modjo is still with me.
Now I remember the very reason I started watching footie years back. Raul's eyes, Trezeguet's goatee, Kluivert's ass, Beckham's wife...........

It all started back durin Euro 98 with dad betting. He bet on whichever team I said was gonna lose. He bought a motorbike at the end of Euro 98 with the winnings. If I just keep betting against my gut feeling, I'll be a millionaire.