Two open houses, several shots of alcohol (Smirnoff, Tuak and Gin) and few hours of housekeeping later, I'm now in the airport waiting for my flight back to KL. Curse AirAsia counter rejected my check in after half an hour of queuing in line. "I'm sorry, we can only check you in in forty minutes time." says the woman while smiling. I hate it when they smile cause I can't verbally abuse them for making me wait longer.
So here I am, eating my club sandwich and a big mug of hot hazelnut chocolate. I'm a victim to Starbucks... Did I ever mentioned how nice and friendly the people in Starbucks are?! Just a moment ago, the person who took my orders stood next to where I'm sitting and had a decent long chat. Gosh no wonder I love coming to this place. Coffee Beans on the other hand seriously needs some sort of customer service boot camp. Desperately in need of that...
Anyhows, enough about Starbucks and the retarded-uncongenial-customer-service that is Coffee Beans.
Back to the open houses that I went for during the day. Never did go for open houses for Christmas before this. But going with three Muslim friends, there's a price to pay. People here drink a lot. Like really DRINK a lot! Alcohol is cheap here because of the alcohol smuggling. So since they can't drink, I have to drink on their behalf... It was afternoon and I was struggling to keep my mind thinking straight. I am not going to be known as "The Drunken Stupor Boy" on top of my "Pretty Boy" tittle.
It was a good Christmas I say despite being drunk in the afternoon. I am never drinking in the afternoon. It's just weird being hammered while the sun is still up.
How was your Christmas?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
So here I am, eating my club sandwich and a big mug of hot hazelnut chocolate. I'm a victim to Starbucks... Did I ever mentioned how nice and friendly the people in Starbucks are?! Just a moment ago, the person who took my orders stood next to where I'm sitting and had a decent long chat. Gosh no wonder I love coming to this place. Coffee Beans on the other hand seriously needs some sort of customer service boot camp. Desperately in need of that...
Anyhows, enough about Starbucks and the retarded-uncongenial-customer-service that is Coffee Beans.
Back to the open houses that I went for during the day. Never did go for open houses for Christmas before this. But going with three Muslim friends, there's a price to pay. People here drink a lot. Like really DRINK a lot! Alcohol is cheap here because of the alcohol smuggling. So since they can't drink, I have to drink on their behalf... It was afternoon and I was struggling to keep my mind thinking straight. I am not going to be known as "The Drunken Stupor Boy" on top of my "Pretty Boy" tittle.
It was a good Christmas I say despite being drunk in the afternoon. I am never drinking in the afternoon. It's just weird being hammered while the sun is still up.
How was your Christmas?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
8 comments:
But we all know you as drunken boy!
look at it this way, you're home for christmas...
And you got plenty drunk! :D
Drunk on christmas? Haha.
Mine was ok. Washed my clothes on the eve. :P
Got drunk in the afternoon? That's pretty weird. Stay awake, pretty boy, stay awake!
You skank. Muahahaha!
In the afternoon! A new high? A new low? Haha
howwwwwww do you have snowflakes on ur screen! i want snowflakes too! :/
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