Josie is the Opposite of Hallelujah

This is long overdue. I feel like I write so much in the day I haven’t anything good left to dump here.

Kuala Lumpur was fantastic. You know where to look for pictures. I had a heap of fun meeting the TAG boys again and partying it up at the Loft. Funny story: my new bangs make me look younger so this overly testosterone obviously hormonal bouncer at the door carded me (total angst-overcompensation for his lack of hair i bet) and i had no idea they’d switched their age limit to 21 so naturally i panicked even though the boys had put me on their guest list.

Thanks to my quick reflexes and mad ninja skills, i figured i could only bank on the single thing i was remotely good at… talking my way/lying through my teeth. So naturally I attempted some serious name-dropping (“O I know so-and-so & they’re expecting me upstairs already!” – FACT) and shoved my name card in his face (“I’m a writer for a magazine! I’m here to cover the ‘night!” – FACT), and bitched about how I was a tourist and how he seriously didn’t expect me to bring my passport around especially not when my sole purpose was to get shit-faced drunk (FACT AGAIN!) So technically I didn’t really have to pull any of my Jedi mind tricks but all the same, I have never felt more disgusting telling the truth EVER. He let me through in the end, probably sick to his stomach from the pathetic strings i had to pull. No matter though, feelings of repugnance are easily washed away by jugs of really cheap whiskey and vodka. God how i love Malaysia.

Speaking of which I haven’t set foot into Home Club for the longest while. And it seems like with the demise of gossipboy comes a whole new slew of rumor-mongering. I invited a certain acquaintance to The Rakes at Zouk on thursday and apparently I missed out on a “PLUS ONES ARE THE EQUIVALENCE OF FUCK BUDDIES” memo that was passed around. Really I don’t see why my love life is of any concern to anyone but myself. For the record, I am not a home wrecker so you can stop asking me why my relationship status on Facebook is unavailable. Go read a book. It’ll do you a hell lot of good.

Still on the topic of Home Club, it seems like a lot of drama has gone down of late. Hah, of late indeed. Still the same old melodramatic scumhole full of ignorant indie hipster wannabe kids. Just the way I left it.

These days I’m so busy with work I couldn’t care less. I spend 3/5 of my time in the office and the other 2/5 trying to cherish the short weekends with a little ‘me’ time. In between little chi-chic schmoozing parties (what do you do for Earth Hour? I was at at this hippie party that contrary to popular belief, did not stink of douche baggery) and that little time i try to devote every week to hanging out with my close friends properly, I am in some serious state of stretched thin.

Ranting calls for another post. I’m tired and it’s past my bed time. I hope you’ve had other good things to read online while I was away.

By the way I did not get to take a picture with Senor Boyd. Was I mad? Yes. Did I want to strangle the organizers? Yes. But I was also [---] that close to him at the press conference so somehow that made things a-okay. Boy, unattainable rockstars aside, I am so easy to please. Pah!