Friday, September 09, 2005

WHO THE HELL HAS CONTROL OF THAT DAMN SMOKE MACHINE?

"You girls are the best thing that's happened to me in Mass Comm", said a very drunk and red-faced Ming Shan as she, Serene, Maria and I staggered to the toilet near Dbl O.

My sentiments exactly.

Club hopping on Wednesday night was a blast! We parked our bags at Dbl O then moved on to dance (para-para style) at Rush, grabbed our free drinks at a very deserted Wu Bar and Cheeky Monkeys and went back to Dbl O for even more dancing.

Not to mention having to pry off all those guys who seemed to have their hands everywhere at one time. Heh. Not to worry. I ARE LOYAL. I must've sent baby "I LOVE YOU BABY, I'M CRAZY ABOUT YOU BABY" messages at least 5 times. Blame it on the drink.

Slept over at Maria's. We had supper and heartfelt talks while trying to quell the queasiness in our tummies.

& you know you've got true girlfriends around you when they don't roll their eyes at you puking for the 6th time in the night but rub your back and pull back your hair instead so it doesn't get into your sick.

I heart you girls many many. Mwahhh.

Pictures next time, if any one of the girls can remember to bring their damned digicams. Pfft.

To quote Beyonce, "All you ladies, leave your man at home." Next person to flout this rule has to buy us all tequila shots. Don't give chance.

scribbled at 7:34 AM
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