nai's rhetoric

i remember sometime in march in the midst of my fatigue and ultra gao wei-ness outfield i thought this: 4 more months to july, 5 more to august. once august comes im home free. and so the months went by. some faster, some slower. so here i am now. WAH LAU EH 6 MORE DAYS TO OPERATION NO MORE HAWKER FOOD. ok, ive been in a perpetually depressive mood for the last 1 month or so, no thanks to some intervention from the finer species but FINALLY things are actually starting to look up. Packed like 1/3 of my luggage today and will just called saying he has some uber cool sweat pants for me to help corner the market at london. so so so im pysched. im Pysched. IM PYSCHED.
the drinks i had yesterday at o bar actually helped. i think i know what my problem is. its not i cant drink, its just i cant drink beer. too gaseous, tastes like piss, makes u burp. i dont understand why so many people drink it. now liqour thats a different matter. i think i was good for another shot last night but i didnt dare risk it (driving). so all in all, what i had for the entire course of the night.

williams place
3 gulps of chivas water
hebe's slime all over my mouth

o bar
many sips of screwdrivers
1 shooter (yay)

home
3/4 glass of snapple

needless to say, im going to die in london.
wait out for puked stained nai sprawled over the streets of london in the coming weeks!