1. 2012

    Started the first few minutes of 2012 being single, sandwiched between two crazy-passionate couples while watching the fireworks in a clusterfuck of Chinatown and Little India up above the MBS Skypark, wondering why the fuck am I down here and where the fuck are my friends. Headed back to the hotel room only an hour later thanks to the massive mission to get everybody out of the top floor. Realised that the crowd was shit. Sipped a bit of a $2K XO, decided the party was shit, ragequit, had McD’s as the first meal of the year, and cabbed the fuck home with my newfound friend.

    WELL ISN’T THAT LOVELY?

    Well fuck that, because it’s the new year. And with a new year, it ushers in new mistakes, new fuckups, new how-about-fucking-that’s and all your new bullshit. Stay fucking humble, stay glorious, keep on keeping up the show. Because fuck the Rapture, fuck society. Live because you do.

    Have a happy new year friends, family, and followers.

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