Grey skies on a sunny afternoon...

...things just do not make sense like that. Tomorrow is election day and I guess we all know what the outcome is going to be like. I suck and am a traitor to my own belief. I registered too late to vote when I could have exercised my right as a citizen and cast my vote to make a change as my singular vote will be worth approximately 4,398 votes. There is no rocket science theories or reasons to it, it's just because my brain activities and intelligence is comparable to so many people combined. Those motherfucking scoundrels will still get a 2/3 majority because that's the way it is. You do not ask why because the answers you get will make you want to hold a hammer in your right hand and a nail in your left, proceeding to nail your scrotum to the nearest wall or the eye of any Barisan candidate.

There is no explanation. Do you go asking a mafia why he took your muffin? You don't. You shut the fuck up and bake yourself another muffin with tears in your eyes and cyanide in the mixture, hoping that mother fucker will steal your poison-doused-chocolate-chip goodness. I share my sentiments of what I feel towards "my country" with my friends. Selected friends as I know that some are not interested in politics, and some who are not interested in politics but can do nothing to stop me from throwing my 2-cents worth of rubbish at them. I do not wish to talk about politics anymore as I am tired and knowing full well that I will sound like an emo bitch on crack and will piss everyone off.

So how have you been lately? It's really been a long time since I wrote here and I do miss sharing with people whom I presume do not give a fuck about my existence except for those who wants me dead. As far as I know, there are only 2 of you including the tea lady in my office. Life has been pretty hectic but interesting at the same time for me, dealing with fashion shows, models and all that stuff that many people think of it as glamorous but nothing to my friends as they are well accustomed to being around famous people. If you are wondering why I am putting up these stupid pictures, there are two solid reason. Reason 1, they are funny. Reason 2, it calms the killer tea lady down.

I just found out that my interview which was featured in New Icon magazine will not have a chance to win the trip to Paris. I was told that only featured celebrities and socialites (which I am none of the above categories) in the Martell Rise Above challenge will be shortlisted. Those who are interviewed for bringing changes to the business world will not get the chance. Maybe we are just not cool enough. What can you do? I have never posted the pictures of my interview before so here goes.

















































Yea I know. Comment not on the picture. I know that 98.72% of you do not know how to read chinese so what the article says is basically a description of my work and a little about my background and the things that I have done before, changes that I brought. I do not read chinese myself, something that I am truly ashamed of because it is such a magnificent language. Never in any other language can you string so many foul words together and make it sound melodious. Haha I almost said that the alcohol that I drink most was Black Label and that would definitely be awkward. They are Martell and I wanted to say Black Label... get it? Hahahahaha I am such a fucking self proclaimed sad pathetic comedian wannabe.
About voting tomorrow..... please do what is right. I need a drink, maybe Martell on the rocks, just like our democracy and freedom, on the rocks hahaha. See? I can be so funny sometimes.