I feel so unhealthy & fat today cz what took me some few months to get in shape only took a few days to fuck up, with the aid of nightly booze abuse & irregular meals in between meals. Seriously gotta get back to swimming and proper meals.
Had such a fucking long weekend i dont even know where to start from. Saturday was preety tiring with gambling all day and drinking all night. Met up with azim after a long while and finished off a bottle of vodka & half case between jaz,saiful & zim's friend. The only thing i can recall was waking up the next day with yet another bad ass hangover & straight to the pool house.
I did try to get some school work done but i'm nowhere near pleased with my progress. Before i knew it its monday & i'm supposed to head down to belading cz the guys wanted to get some drinks. By 7 no one made it, so me and marco decided to go down anyways to clean out our livers. Had a quick few beers at the usual spot then went off to the otherside where i got entertained watchin marco & sum chick which i will not go into detail.
Had too much fun i guess cz otw back we missed the malaysian customs & marco had to stay over. This was the point where the fun descended. We had to climb over this huge ass gate to get back into kl. Then too pissed to realize how much shit we were in, we made it to the next bar & drank some more. Only when the lights came on did we notice how screwed we were. Had sum chicks trying to rip us off for a ride back to limbang which we had no money for whatsoever.
By this time i was getting the munchies bad.. and the best part was there wasn't any place open(perfect timing for a couple of starving drunks). This is when we managed to talk sum ppl into whooping up a meal for us although they did rip us off with the price. We were thankful eitherways. We walked around a bit with half case(which was turning to 1/4 case by this point) & two bottles liquor.
Luckily there was a lil joint with the lights still on and the noise from the tv. We hung out there practically for the rest of the night. Entertained ourselves with gambling and later the spain vs Tunisia match round 3am. The owner of the place was this big dude that looks like sum convict on parole. First impression nearly got us pissing in our pants(specially the part where marco tried asking him for a ciggarette) but then again after his first joke, we knew this convict had a sense of humour.
This dude was like hustling sum fag at gambling ketam. Marco was entertaining himself watchin the whole time figuring out how it works. I was glued to the tv entertaining the match. By the end of the first half i preety much sobered up & this headache started kicking in. I tot the worst had passed but shit was just begining.. i couldnt find my passport. Yeap shit indeed. I left with marco traced back our steps for a few mins lookin for it & the whole time i was in denial of losing it.
Obviously i was fucked now. The first thing that came to mind was climbing three screwed up gates across the border back to my car & wait till six(when the customs open) for marco to get across. Still in denial we got back to the joint & where i aksed the convict bout security on the other side. "Security? Yes." , that was all i needed to hear for a change in plan.
We went to the gate(where we climbed over) for the third time to check. This time i found it lying at the bottom at one end of the gate. The weird thing was me being in even more denial finding the damn passport then losing it in the first place. Relieved we ran back to catch the second half of the match. By now the gambling was done & all three of us watched the second half. After the match we left the joint & thanked the convict for letting us crash his pad.
Hung out for another hour & by six we were so pleased to get back to my car and drove down to bandar for breakfast & sum well deserved coffee. I swear i had the best shower ever by the time i got home. Didnt take long to fall asleep after.
Some sleep indeed.. got up way too late for class but made it to the second one. After class i hooked up with jody,harun,marco & fortune for a 3hr game of last card. Made enough to cover for whatever i spent the night before. Only problem is it's all in debts but hell i aint one to complain now. Im jz glad to have made it out of this extended weekend alive.
Had such a fucking long weekend i dont even know where to start from. Saturday was preety tiring with gambling all day and drinking all night. Met up with azim after a long while and finished off a bottle of vodka & half case between jaz,saiful & zim's friend. The only thing i can recall was waking up the next day with yet another bad ass hangover & straight to the pool house.
I did try to get some school work done but i'm nowhere near pleased with my progress. Before i knew it its monday & i'm supposed to head down to belading cz the guys wanted to get some drinks. By 7 no one made it, so me and marco decided to go down anyways to clean out our livers. Had a quick few beers at the usual spot then went off to the otherside where i got entertained watchin marco & sum chick which i will not go into detail.
Had too much fun i guess cz otw back we missed the malaysian customs & marco had to stay over. This was the point where the fun descended. We had to climb over this huge ass gate to get back into kl. Then too pissed to realize how much shit we were in, we made it to the next bar & drank some more. Only when the lights came on did we notice how screwed we were. Had sum chicks trying to rip us off for a ride back to limbang which we had no money for whatsoever.
By this time i was getting the munchies bad.. and the best part was there wasn't any place open(perfect timing for a couple of starving drunks). This is when we managed to talk sum ppl into whooping up a meal for us although they did rip us off with the price. We were thankful eitherways. We walked around a bit with half case(which was turning to 1/4 case by this point) & two bottles liquor.
Luckily there was a lil joint with the lights still on and the noise from the tv. We hung out there practically for the rest of the night. Entertained ourselves with gambling and later the spain vs Tunisia match round 3am. The owner of the place was this big dude that looks like sum convict on parole. First impression nearly got us pissing in our pants(specially the part where marco tried asking him for a ciggarette) but then again after his first joke, we knew this convict had a sense of humour.
This dude was like hustling sum fag at gambling ketam. Marco was entertaining himself watchin the whole time figuring out how it works. I was glued to the tv entertaining the match. By the end of the first half i preety much sobered up & this headache started kicking in. I tot the worst had passed but shit was just begining.. i couldnt find my passport. Yeap shit indeed. I left with marco traced back our steps for a few mins lookin for it & the whole time i was in denial of losing it.
Obviously i was fucked now. The first thing that came to mind was climbing three screwed up gates across the border back to my car & wait till six(when the customs open) for marco to get across. Still in denial we got back to the joint & where i aksed the convict bout security on the other side. "Security? Yes." , that was all i needed to hear for a change in plan.
We went to the gate(where we climbed over) for the third time to check. This time i found it lying at the bottom at one end of the gate. The weird thing was me being in even more denial finding the damn passport then losing it in the first place. Relieved we ran back to catch the second half of the match. By now the gambling was done & all three of us watched the second half. After the match we left the joint & thanked the convict for letting us crash his pad.
Hung out for another hour & by six we were so pleased to get back to my car and drove down to bandar for breakfast & sum well deserved coffee. I swear i had the best shower ever by the time i got home. Didnt take long to fall asleep after.
Some sleep indeed.. got up way too late for class but made it to the second one. After class i hooked up with jody,harun,marco & fortune for a 3hr game of last card. Made enough to cover for whatever i spent the night before. Only problem is it's all in debts but hell i aint one to complain now. Im jz glad to have made it out of this extended weekend alive.
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