mosing

mos saw steph twice this week.

thursday.
un-holy steph tried to recruit people to mos with her,
most of them actually had something related to do with church.
expect steph. nyehh.
muna came over, like about 10ish.
we drank my leftover chivas and the last 2 beers in my fridge.
over a game of winnie the pooh kids uno!
yes you read right.
and for some darned reason,
i kept losing. geesh.
left the house at about 1120,
crossing our fingers that we make it in time for the midnight free entry.
and when you need a cab the most, you can't get one i swear.
till this car that honked us as they went,
U turned and asked if we needed a lift,
and said they were heading there too.
like RIGHT. do we have STUPID on our foreheads?
so ya. a cab came in time.
and off we went.
met marli inside, with sujan and 2 of their friends.
the usual rounds of 5,10 and hai dai.
drink after drink.
marli dared me to wake this dude who was asleep on the other table.
he shooed me away like he was swatting flies, all with his eyes closed.
then he finally realised it wasn't his friend, so he woke up,
and apologised. HAHA.
chilled out, danced.
mr mayson asked for my number, yet again,
his famous pick up line,
"hey i've seen you somewhere before"
i hope muna had fun, alot of fun! ;)
studio 54 is my forever loveee.
halfway through the 2nd bottle, we retired there.
danced with this english dude. he's quite the hotness.
bald IS sexy. waaaay sexay!
it was just a short while though.
then home sweet home it was.
muna stayed the night.
we were hungry and called macs,
but IT NEVER CAME!!
basket.
later in the day we called again,
after downing breaded fish! woahh.
talk about getting off the diet.
but i had fun, spending time with muna.
i just hope she doesn't follow the way i deal with ache,
by drowning it, till i forget.
and soon, i'd forget myself.

saturday
it was the tpiranhas 10th anniversary bbq, at costa sands
started off with me getting ready for my eggmirer.
then i needed to s.o.s. shimona ;) haha.
tampines i went, then to pasir ris.
felt bad for makng the girls wait,
but the bus made us wait longer.
in the end we took the aloha one, and walked along the way.
we had an animated talk about our mos experience,
seeing how vie haha and ifa went on friday.
not surpirsingly they love 54 too! :)
so. the bbq was good.
i was the satay tenor, that retired a little prematurely
just to fill her belly.
the girls liked the pasta i made!
my first experiment with chicken and mushroom in cream sauce.
so nicole chua was my eggmirer!
and i gave her a painted/waxed egg, plus a kinder surprise,
AND and EGGplant ;)
shimo made me an easter bunny! haha!
she gave me a pair of bunny ears, in PURPLE, WOO!
and she got herself a white one.
awesome! thanks love!
no one's makes me more excited about surprises quite like you do!
props RAWKED!!
i swear aisyah and azlina are the most creative, out of the box people i know.
had a cake that ad specially ordered from sweet secrets,
with the pictures of the teams from the generations.
awesome.
the rest of the night was just chilling.
till i got 11ish msgs tempting me to mos.
so i headed home, and got ready the fastest i ever did.
but too bad, i passed midnight.
so midnight charge, PLUS cover charge.
met cal, steward and darren.
i went in first, and OMG was it packed!
miss loyal-goer of mos has never seen it like this, ever.
but it was a goood crowd.
house was massive. godskitchen ROCKS!
met suhaimi.
had drinks with him.
he sucks at haidai, i suck as 5,10.
he freakinn' got me a flamming lambo (was it?)
HAHA!
it was happy high.
danced all around.
from house, to 54, to smoove,
which was freaking packed then to house,
which was the last place opened.
to think i started off the night telling cal
"with this crowd, anyone'd be a loser if they don't hook up with at least one"
dang dang dang.
meet steph the avid mos goer, and loser. WAHH
but i did talk to quite a number of people.
from girls who were queing for drinks,
and this 2 aussie blokes.
then the smoove bouncers,
one of them who was sooo fierce,
and the other who i recognise from cheekys a long time back.
i told the fella the other bouncer very fierce,
from a frown cracked a giggle. hilarious.
and HEY, i got to cut queue :)
the bartender at smoove was handsome.
i told him so, and he ask me for my number.
ATTN: GIRLS.
new pick up line, for yourself.
after mos we sat outside,
and this 2 irish dudes came to talk to us.
one left, and we bumped into the other one again at macs.
who fell asleep with a piping hot coffee infront of him. wah.
cabbed home by myself. solo east sider.
thanks for getting me out guys, it was great.
thanks especially suhaimi! i had a great time,
and yes, one day i'll melbourne shuffle challenge you.
happy early birthday!



now for the start of the ugly side.
this is yet ANOTHER reason why i neverrr give my contact numbers to people i dont know.
so right after thursday's mos,
this fella added me on msn,
espn_2@hotmail.com
(obviously bogus, not to mention his nick was STARSPORTS)
he claimed i gave him my email since i didnt wanna give him my number.
JOHN, his name was. PFFT.
i sure as HELL DID NOT GIVE ANYTHING.
and he was just trying to convience me that i did,
and that i was drunk because i didnt remember.
moreso, the ONLY person i danced with, is an out-of-towner,
who doesnt speak with the 'derr ah wat la .. ..'
and NO if i dont want you to contact me, i WON'T GIVE YOU MY CONTACT,
not just my email persay.
stupid wank. and i narrowed down my suspects.
not that i give 2 flying fucks about WHO IT IS.
but moreso WHAT THE HELL HE/SHE's trying to do.
it doesn't and won't get to me,
this personal attacks that only reflect the ugliness of the other party,
and abit of green-eyes monsterness that they will NEVER hold a candle in my life,
be part of it, or even come close to smelling it?
get a life, whoever the loser you are.
unless you want to end up like somone who jumped off my third floor window,
currently now MY ROOM window,
and end up arrested a little later in the morning,
and on top of that,
find out that prior to your arrest i've already made reports about EMPTY THREATS
and bogus, annoymous letters with malicious, fabricated content,
which is chargable to 3 years imprisonment and/or fine.
its even EASIER to track online stuff for your information,
with something called the I.P. address.
so lay off.
yes, i'm starting to get bitchy.
well, if you've been to hell and back,
that's what usually happens to someone. :)
if i know you, and you know me, and you're probabely reading this,
I'M SURE OF IT,
i'm giving you a chance, to own up.
and then the rest will be swept under that already so filled up rug.
end

p.s. forgive me my potential/future boyfriend/husband,
if i'm a bitch in giving my contact number,
some people just makes it a bitch trying to be a normal person.
just coz they're not.