Absolutely Awesomest Maximus

So since everyone has this misconception of me being a 24/7 crazy drunk tripping party girl, kay lah, I'm just gonna post up my party pictures from now on. Feeding the stereotypes FTW!

At the beginning of this month I got an invite for the launch of Absolut Rock at Blackbox, Solaris Dutamas (thanks Eric muaks muaks muaks) and I was like HELL YEAH RSVP lah terus kan. Needless to say I had shit tons of fun, my femes blogger friends were there too but they came late so I was halfway gone when they arrived haha. Much love to Mike for feeding me endless vodka x wine mix.suanie
tipsy ol me and the crowd

the crazy bunch

I guess you've noticed I don't really take a lot of pictures..I just tend to forget that I have a camera. I should get a designated cameraman. Pics were stolen from Suan & Alvan ;D

(no idea why the pictures are damn small. Fucking blogspot.)

Burung biru

Zomg what an exhausting weekend. Friday night straight after work we headed over to Zouk, it was members night which meant free drinks and a damn gatal waiter, then to Barsonic cause we haven't been there for yonks - we were dying for some non-commercial music and I was there to see Juria for the last time :( Danced and jumped around in my high high heels, which was a fucking workout for my calves I tell you.

Anyway I digress. I wanted to post about my Saturday. I had to go to work in the afternoon (boo) cause my colleague gave me some last minute shit to do - and yeah I did scream at him for that and now he owes me a bottle haha - but all was good when night time finally came and we headed over to the KL Twestival at Mist Club, Bangsar.

The KL Twestival was organized by a group of volunteers (Suan and Ling were in it too) and is part of the world wide Twitter-festival celebration. Ya damn geeky right but what the hell the internetz rules our lives now. All profits go to a charity of their choice, and seriously a big up to the organizers for getting RM11,000 for Destiny Starting Point!

Okay enough of the formal info lah, it just sounds damn boring when I do it and you can go to their website if you're like damn curious about what it is and who's in it and all. On to the more exciting stuff like my damn personal experience at Twestival okay.

So like, just so you know I'm not going to kiss all of the sponsors' asses, just the ones I like i.e. the ones who gave us useful free shit. Like Tiger (free booze! hello!), 1901 for the yummylicious hotdogs and New Zealand ice cream (free expensive ice cream! yay!), I mean who doesn't like free food and drinks right.Oh and Mist Club for the location although they did have some stupid ass rule about having the right to kick people out at 10pm if they're not dressed properly! I had a maxi dress on and flip flops but my feet were hidden so ya I wasn't kicked out hahaha

Anyway! We arrived at 8:40pm, grabbed a hot dog, grabbed some drinks, and danced for like 5 minutes to TAG (DJ Ribut spinned, who still owes me a song) and then the emcee came on stage. Damn potong stim ok, we were like having fun and going around saying hi's and then ZAP! music stopped and some vampire-looking guy came on stage. No offense to his fans (ahem suan ahem) but under the bright lights he did look like a vampire with the pale face and eye bags ok. I think his name is Will somethingsomething, I don't know, is he a dj or vj or actor? Nevermind.

So yeah he went on and on and on I'm sorry but the lucky draw and the auctioning thing was wayyyy too long. I liked the online auction part, maybe most of the auction should've been online-based instead, and the lucky draws should've been done in slots instead of all at one shot. Standing there listening to the emcee going 'Anyone going over RM50?!' five million times for an hour isn't that fun. They only stopped talking at like, 9:50pm..and the Twestival ended at 10 pm..so like no time to mingle and dance with other people cause everyone went off after 10! (Except for the few of us who were stuck on the dance floor, that is.)

Oh, and the worse part of the night for me was during the lucky draw. I was damn excited at first cause the prizes were like, a fucking Lenovo desktop, buffet dinner at Hotel Maya, a professional photography session etc, so I was like fuck I have a cool number (69!), I must win something!! And I did! Some white guy called out my number and I was damn happy, jumped up and down a few times first then went to the stage to get my fucking prize!! And when I saw this small white box in my hands I went from a happy hyper energizer bunny to this ugly gremlin in one second flat. I got a fucking tumbler! What the fuck! I mean, come on, Boost Juice, not only is that tumbler in the ugliest color possible I wouldn't even be caught dead holding that in public, it is also kind of DAMN cheapass of you guys to 'sponsor' a tumbler for a charity event right? At least give me some voucher or some shit like New Zealand Natural did, some lucky bitch got a year's pass for NZ ice cream! Imagine that! So yeah I went WHATHEFUCKNESS damn ugly tumbler! and I was damn unhappy (which everyone thought was hilarious since I was fucking excited when my number was called)
And apparently some Boost Juice person was creeping behind my back or something cause now they're pissed off that I don't like their damn tumbler. I AM SO NOT KIDDING YOU LOL. Like hello that's what you get when you 'sponsor' a fugly tumbler, you will get an angry elf. If you have no moniez for a fucking free voucher then get a nice looking tumbler lah, the silver metallic kind that Starbucks has, not the ugly vomit green you have. Also am I like in fucking Congo or something where dictatorship rules?! No I am not so I can voice out my dissatisfaction whenever I want to!(except when it comes to politics lah thanks to ISA)

All in all it was still pretty fun with mah beeches and hoes. Not a lot of pictures cause my camera died and Lu and Jun still haven't posted any yet ZzzzZZzz sorry lah I'm not a very good blogger cause I'm too lazy to post pictures here. Once again two thumbs up for the Twestival team for organizing this -fucking volunteer work is no joke - and getting free food and beer for us teehee

Reta, Suan of Twestival, and a happy Elf (thanks to Tiger, no thanks to Boost)

I was going to add in a paragraph or two about some fashion victims that night but like what the fuck I've written so much crap, the last time I wrote so much was when I bitched about the Malaysian Dreamgirls bullshit last year haha so maybe I'll write another post on that or maybe not cause not sure if I should since some people will be damn terasa and start going Bin Laden on me or something.

Tata

(ps first picture is stolen from Chris Tock, except I conteng it a bit)

Malam Tumpang Glamour

On one fine night at a private TAG event in Mont Kiara, TJ, Reta, Mike and I were chilling over Heineken, where we talked about DJs and how every fucking person on earth is one now, so why not us?? And somehow from this bullshit talk we came up with an idea for a party... which we called Malam Tumpang Glamour.

What the fuck is MTG and why and who ??!!
-We were bored of Zouk coz
a) it's expensive and
b)you never get to meet interesting people in clubs anyway
-So since
a)we're young & broke, and
b)we wanna meet some new fresh faces who are equally bored of KL cubs... ta da.. MTG was born!
-We wanted to make MTG different from all other parties so
a) we were inspired by these underground parties in Berlin and European cities, and decided to choose a random ass location and keep it a secret until a few days to the party
b) we only invited a few peeps whom we know were opened to this type of parties
c) our motto was CHEAP ASS BUT KICK ASS: entry is possible by a donation of RM1 which will go to Furry Friends Farm (we're planning to go this weekend-wanna join?), and a stack of newspaper for recycling cause we're environmentally friendly like that
d)the theme of the night was MUSTACHE aka HOLA I'M A MEXICAN..so everyone had to have fake mustaches but most of the guests didn't have one, BOO!!

Thanks to Benny of INKED Sunway, and the awesomeness of Tiger beer, we got the location and booze.. and also thanks to Facebook for making invites so much easier.

All in all in was a GREAT party, I made people who came late down vodka shots (I'm lookin at choo KY, Suan, Kim, and Gareth), we danced on the pool table, we had random ass lucky draws with condoms and Twilight shirts, everyone was dancing along thanks to DJ Cinta and DJ Bah (Benny lol).. and even though my playlist didn't get played, I'm good! Oh and to cap it off there was a fight downstairs and the cops came and..we had to shoo people off early..

It was Tumpang Glamour's first party and it was a fucking blast! Thanks to those who came..make sure you attend our next one :P

These pictures are stolen from Gareth and Amelia of INKED.. muahaha..I wanted to steal from KY but he was a bitch and minimized his pictures!




Ugh linking all these names are a fucking bitch! Muahahahaha and it's not like I need to link yall anyways coz you guys are damn femes already with your gazillion hits wtf

It's back to normal life now.. ZZzzzzzz

Buang duit, buang masa

You know the new place at Cineleisure (or its new fancy ass name 'e@the Curve') called 'Library'? Serves drinks and food? Well here's my review on it:

I FUCKING HATE IT.

The joint tries to be different and shit, with its waiters dressed as librarians (no, they're not hot), with the poshy velvety couches, with its fake books -oh wait, they have a few measly real books on the upper floor but they're not that significant-. But in the end, it's like all the other sucky places:
-Expensive drinks (1 pint of Hoegaarden for RM36 WTF!!!)
-Slow slow service (we are talking about 15-20 minutes for drinks here, hello!!)
-Waiters who don't understand English so they either forgot our orders, or brought 1 drink instead of 2, or didn't understand our question at all

Oh, and they also couldn't bring me my hot Jasmine tea because 'the machine hasn't arrived yet.' Yeah like you need a fucking machine to make TEA. Just boil the fucking water and put the tea bag inside the pot lah what the fuck!

And the place was filled to the brim with fucking Chinese yuppies who shouted YAMMM SENNNGGG YAMMM SENGGGGG all the fucking time. Go do that in a noisy club or your own house, plzkthx we are not at a wedding here.

I'm never ever going back to that place again! Sid's Place for me, thank you.