with marli, sujan, mag, ju, ad, and the rest of their friends
with taking danm long to decide what to wear,
i got out of the house BARELY even before the first raindrop broke.
HENG!
and on the way walking down my road past the ulu ulu field,
there he appeared.
MY NEIGHBOURHOOD STALKER!
heh.
at first i thought shit, is it it.
till he, 'STEPHANIE?"
wah thanks.
ask me where i going, ask if i have a sister?
coz he said he saw someone who looks like me on this road.
zomg.
but no, my sisters and i do not look alike, all of us.
naomi called me just in time and i picked up and went.
it was darn scary that lighting and thunder was everywhere!
especially in that open field!
and we saw the same lightning though she was all the way at clarke quay!
got into a cab and picked the 2 from the mansion and to st james in the pouring rain we went.
jazz room is our favourite drinking room.
the usual 5-10. then we had our hai dai championships square off.
and alas, witness the birth of tpruuuuuuuuu, right ju? HAHA!
but the jazz room is really cool.
the live band singer like very, broadway crooner. smoothh.
and good lookingly (gay)
this time with more people we still couldnt finish the bottle.
HUR!
to the boiler room!
the initial time was fun,
shouting, head banging, putting lighter and handphone up to sway to music.
and making fun of the damn action gutarist.
rawk never dies brooo.
and i never did realise that the singer was hardy mirza!! haha!
but thanks. i was behind a pillar only to catch a good glimpse of the gutarist rawker
after that we just wormed our way to the front for some lancing.
and it hit me.
omg its couples night.
so i take back the last para off my last entry!! :(
i think theres something wrong with me.
everyone around me, or people i know are slowly coming with another half.
like they have stories and chapters of their life together.
and they look, happy.
not them i'm currently not,
but it'll just be nice. and warm.
the dancefloor cleared out abit after 3,
it was left with mag, ad, ju and myself.
so we headed to the latin room.
worming the way out was tough!
first this who initially was dancing near us stuck out his phone hoping for a number.
then this other dude stared me down.
further up this dude chatted me up.
A+ for courage i guess? but F- for common sense.
he just kept repeating himself in malay. me just going huh? what?
so on and on he went in malay till i went
I AM NOT MALAY.
oh.
mag called me a heartbreaker.
i just explained my mut magnet theory to her.
and how i kinda hate it.
and how i'm quite bitchy about it.
the latin room is a confused room
it kept playing weird songs.
from latin to samba to hiphop to oldies.
wtf.
the crowd was different.
danced around abit, and we left at about 4.
cabbed to drop mag home first,
and in the tunnel a cab that drove beside us had someone who looked quite cute.
but then again he sat in the shadow.
he had like slightly long hair. tied up i think? and a goatee or some form of facial hair.
it kinda look like our situation, 4 people share cab after clubbing home kind.
so i looked over, he looked back.
we both at the far corner of the cab from each other.
suddenly he put a peace sign.
WAH. LOL.
so i peace back la.
then one by one we all started waving at each other.
what cheap thrill! lol.
they were heading to the thompson area i think?
i dont know im not a west or central side person.
if fate has it we'll meet again.
what a cool story it'll be. like,
"hey were you the girl/guy who stuck out the peace sign?"
lol.
got home just in time to see mum leave for the sunday golf in malaysia.
'wah come home early ah'
didnt know she had some sarcasm in her.
went to the kitchen for food.
lucky earlier on i couldnt finish my sushi i had for dinner.
so chomp chomping away.
then it was getting ready for bed,
and for the first time in a long while i had uninterrupted sleep.
all the way till 2.30.
waking up just in time to get something to eat,
and then watch my extreme makeover: home edition
no tearing today PLEASE. lol.
oh, it reminds me, i soooooooooooo exceeded my calorie count yesterday. wtffff.
week3 starts tmr.
it'll just be the icing on the cake.
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