KL-SIN

Fiday was my last night in KL..

I tried to savour every single endearing moment in the gorgeous Hilton hotel room.

I sniffed every corner..

caressed every inch..

tried every buttons..

Peed many times..

Finished up all the shampoo, cotton buds and shoe shine cream in my creative ways..

And took photoes of my shopping..




MANn.. I was on a freaaking shopping spreeee.

I am broke ...brokee.

The big box's got my birthday cake in it!!!

But there was noone to blow my candles with...hikss

So.. in case it melts before 2nd of May, I took a photo of it..



Happy advanced Birthday SillyCelly you sad asss!

Umphss..

I put the thoughts away...

Then I went out clubbing...

The Ivy bar then Zeta Bar.. of KL
Chivas got me pretty drunk, but in a nice way..

This is me and Cheryl @Zeta, she's been sucha darling..

Ira's not in the picture.. the lady was drunk too..


*such an artistic photo* Heheh..


Tell u wat spoilt my nightt.. fuckin chi ko peehh..
all around..... a few of them sad arses..
oggling at me like they're all freakin looserrrs..

One of them actually had the nerve to brush his filthy hand against my buttt..
I WAS STEAMING!!
I really would have punched him if he wasnt so oldd.d.
I scared he'll die from my punch.. heh.. farkin stupid old man..

I tell u... if u're overrr 40 and u still trry to get into young girls' pants like that..
You're a freakkking farkin L.O.S.E.R...
You are hum sup chikopeh!! Geddit???
Go Geylang, Batam or KL's Bukit Bintang to get ur gals laaa..
flasshh 20 ringgit.. get all the ass u wann.. u fyucking LOSER!!!!!

And that was my last night...

I concussed nicely on the princess' bed..
I salivated all over it to mark my territory..
Woke up to a sumptuos breakfast and....
before I know it..
it was time to head home...
*sobs..*

The drive back was kinda sad..

When I saw this view....

I started tearing..



*Friggin immigration point*

I dun wanna go homee..!!!!!!

I wasn't the only one sad...

See the lil boy....

< *even the lil boy boy in the car in front pities me from his rear window..* Bye bye Malaysia.. Adios Hilton.. Sayonara pee washer...


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When I reached my dinghy-like room in the hostel...

Hiksss. ...more sorrow...

Somehow.. my room is uglier than I used to remember..
Weather is hotter and the bed is not as soft...
heh.. and no LCD screen..
And the toilet.. *sigh...*

Heh.. I can hardly live this way now..

Freakin spoilt already...

Hilton spoilt market!!!

As I sit back and reminisce.. while absorbing reality...
I realised I've learnt a few useful things during the trip.

I've learnt about the different types of men *especially engineers* from different corners of the world.

As it was a global meeting. I met blokes from Japan, Korea, USA, China, Singapore, Germany.. etc etc..

Some are shy, some are nice, some cant wait to get into my pants.. some are just .... losers

So...

Here's the study:

1. Mr Kim Bab of South Korea

The shy gentleman would look at you softly , missing the eye contacts slightly and asked for your name card.

Kim Bab: Err.. ehmm.. do you have.. the name.. er.. name card??
*take out his and pass to you with 2 hands*
This is mine.. Thank you...
*Will glance up and down and smile shyly*

Verdict: Not bad.. quite polite.. shy engineers..

2.Mr. Jiu Ming Ah of China.

He would try to look for your name badge on your chest and then perpetually divert his gaze to
the centre of the chest.

Jiu Ming: SOOoo.. is yoohr neim plo-nounce ass Ma chY?

*Machy my arse.. tsk tsk.. never read name properly right.. were u distracted?? Heh.. sly bugger..where's the Y from ah? HUH? HUH?*

3. Mr. Willy Dick of USA.

He would blatantly stare at your chest and speak as per normal.

Dick: So, I hear the Zouk in KL is good place to chill out. Wanna rock tonight?

Me: No.. I am going to see 'bomoh' to poke needles up your arse mister...

*Urrghh....*

4. Mr Achtung of Germany.

His sharp long noses reminded me of the dracula already.
Let alone when he tried to converse in English..
Dracula with German accent.. sheeshh...
He might be trying to hit on me for all I know.. but I wouldn't know a thing he's saying.

Achtung: Seoww,, yer faine tonichtten mizh, izz ich juzz golerhrmen schoeltat chsooet?

Me: Err.. *big sorry smile* I dont know...

*Always safest to say this.. Really*



5. Unagi-san from Japan.

Unagi-san: So, Haw ol ar yu?

Me: Er.. 23, 24 soon

Unagi-san: Ar yu sing-gal?

Me: Eh.. yes single.

Unagi-san: Ah.. Ai em sing-gal tu!

Me: Err .. So??? What are you like.. 60?

Unagi-san: Ha Ha Ha.. but Ai em be ri yang et hart!

Me: *polite smile* So desu ne..

*Young at heart doesnt mean young performance-wise dude..
just keep playing the scenarios in your heart k.. *


6. Mr.Alibaba from Saudi Arabia.

They are so polite I was surprised. Really not what I thought they were.
You know how they say the blokes in Middle East are like hungry lions.
That's why the ladies had to be covered up top to toe.
But no, they were pretty polite. At least the ones I met.
They would smile, greet you, ask you friendly questions and they wouldn't ask you out.
And it's quite hard to tell if they'd peeped into the cleavage anyway, coz their eyelashes are so bloody thick.

Perfect.

So.. those are the blokes I've come acrosss...

I met Singaporeans too. but I dont have much complaint.



By the way....

I picked up something wacky in KL..




What is this????

Too narrow to be an earphone..

Too small to be a plate scrubber..

Too stupidlooking to be a keychain...

WTF is it??

I've been enlightened..


It's a spectacle cleaner..





Heh...

ok

Not bad.. my glasses never cleaner....