All talk but no action.

Each time I profess to the world how I will stop my crazy partying acts, I would just party harder the next day. That's just me... All talk but no action, how sad.

I haven't been posting all my photos on FB due censorship & sensitivity reasons.

Nonetheless, here are some of them...

One of the wildest birthday party ever, onboard an open air bus for 5 hours. Nonstop alcohol, shortage of mixers, crazy costumes and blow up doll.

We had Sir William FUCKqua...



Jedi?



A very sexy nurse.



Erm, very hot Heidi Klum wannabe.

Look it's me! A screwed up Japanese school girl.

And of course, the birthday boy with erm, very nice boobs.

Lets not forget, the beautiful blowup doll, Cecilia.

How we walked down the streets of Boat Quay with the entire world looking

A week back, my favorite party animals rounded up at Clarke Quay. Chao Indian dared to me take the reverse bungy with him at 2am. Bring it on!!!

Put both of us together in a roomful of alcohol & strangers, you get double trouble. Bring on the submarines & bubbly... & We give you our accents, change names, be japanese/korean/thai/malaysian school girls & then disappear before anyone realises.

And never been seen before pictures from Mono, a night of scandalous acts... Don't ask how I ended up standing on the sofa prancing around to each song & somehow, I lost my shoes that night too.

Guess what? I can work pretty well without alcohol too! So the crazy acts do not just come hand in hand with alcohol... It's instilled in me.

-Fio