dont mess with me.

somedays the zouk bartenders dont like your face. i understand

so come samantha loy. bending over the counter, she gets her drink and finishes it before i even start getting shit. feeling abit fucked up there. so thats not a good time to mess with me.
you dont fucking come and rest your chin on my shoulder. we're not that close. i dont know your chinese name. if not for chris and swan i'd prob not even talk you. then u put your hands on my shoulder. pls! go flirt with the other guys in the club. i didnt hook up with any girls then, but it felt better than you trying to be friendly with me. your boyfriend and you no more i feel your pain. but keep yourself together. if the sight of my back for prolonged periods of time isnt good enough, u deserved this.

s: u need boobies to the the drinks cai* (add smirk and fucking retarded smile like u just had fellatio)
cai: u have? i thought u need big ones to do that.

needless to say the conversation ended there. but you can save yourself the reminder that God decided not to endow you like fiona xie by simply reading the signs.

score after last night. greg 1 shaun 1 ian 1 cai 0

those who are keen to go to the mambo area at zoukout and STAY there please apply here. dont care if i know you or not. if your the girl in the turquoise top and short hair with bf at every mambo, you're invited too.