only one word to describe last night. awesome. i think my tolerance for drinking petrol has dropped. maybe it's because abstinence for 3 months has crumbled my body's natural resistance against petrol. and i swear mixers are getting sweeter.... thou shalt not indulge in over-sweetened mixers foreth purposes of petrol, only to increaseth layers upon thy mid-riff. and i salute miss wong. for going up to the band and poking the guitarist. i din have a better time unbuttoning my shirt and posing like i was constipated with my face totally betroot. i really need to learn to slow blood circulation around my head whenever i consume certain petrol. i totally look disgusting and it takes photoshop to restore me to a normal state... well for pictures, please refer to miss seah or miss wong. i have already bequeathed all my photos to them. and there's a new way to play 21. with 2 die. well it was a pretty good idea... and miss seah and miss wong were SUPPOSED to meet at tanjong pagar at 6.30, but ended up coming at like almost 8! haha... well... then we decided to adjourn to zouk, where we had to pay the cab driver like 5 bucks more to squeeze 5 of us into a cab, 1 more than the legal limit. and i swear cab drivers are really afraid of this rule.. most adhere to it like their life depends on it. well maybe it really does. we started queueing at phuture, and when we were just 3 ppl away, they closed the doors saying it was full house. like OMFG GGGGG $@#$^ like WHAT... so suay can... just 3 ppl. but well din matter la. miss wong, dr ang and i went back to john's to guitar hero cause miss wong had some issues, and mr abramovich and miss seah went back by themselves... well all in all.. it was a really nicely spent night. which i would like to have more of, but not so often.. haha..and so long mr abramovich. to the land of the yellow skinned creatures. return with hordes of petrol pls.
