One Night with Kenny Sia

For some reason, my traffic to this blog have gone from nothing to like 1k viewers. And then I found out Mr Kenny Sia aka Coconut boy have linked me in his all too famous blog of his (actually I sorta repeatedly hypnotize him into doing so while he was partying with me two days ago, hehe). But anyways, I didn't know he is really going to do it for real, and so now I'm stuck in a situation where I feel oblige to satisfy the sudden surge of viewers to this blog today.



Warning tho, although I think I'm holy as a saint and am a good boy... there is a believe that this blog might not be suitable for all ages. I don't really understand why tho.



Clubbin' is just an act where we all gather just to err.. gather la.



Sometimes we hug a girl or two, and hey we do man buddy hugs too but hey... they seldom end up in pictures only mah.... ego mah. People think gay how?



So in clubs, sometimes we are oblige to at least chat up a girl... even if you just love to drink.



And that is just the innocent truth of it all. At least for me lah.

I suppose for Kenny too,



Ok.. mebbe not. =P (btw the person on the right is just a lookalike version of me)

Oh yah Kenny, Kellie told me that you lost your credit card that night? We talked about it and we sorta backtracked. I saw you signing the receipt, she say you signing it with the card in your mouth. And that was the last time we saw that card...

hmmm. Did you eat it ah?