Why it stings as hell: Because Salina offered me her fried sambal buns.

It was so delicious I tell you... So pedas nak mampos. And then she offered another one. So TWO sambal buns at 9.30am on an empty stomach, with menses to boot.

Imagine the party in my stomach

By 11am, I can't contain the party nomore. So they had to go.

And then again and again and again. Wtf. Hence the stinging ass. Maybe I'm coming down with diarrhoea.

I feel like shit now. No pun intended, but really... Bloody, bloody hell.

Oh and I was quite disappointed Miss Puerto Rico didn't win. She's sooo beeyootiful. Classic face. Exotic eyes. Cheekbones so sharp they could slice onions. Collarbones to die for. And the body! Don't even let me start on her body. Don't worry, I'm straight. For now. Heh...

Meeting some friends for drinks now. When I say drinks, I mean ice-blended drinks and teas that come in teapots. And not Vodka Ribena or Margarita or whatever you call those happy-mood-inducing drinks. Yeah, I look happening but I'm not. That's the fact of life so yeah...

Oouhh... Tummy hurts like hell. Really it does. I just want my warm bed and curl up in my safe sanctuary. And not wake up. Urrghh~