.. I'm starting to question friends who cannot accept me as I am, and the changes that occur around me.

You were the one who always preached about 3 fingers pointing back at the person who points 1.

Wind up those blinds and look at yourself in the mirror.
You might be shocked by what you see.

...the morning after
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Closet whore
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I danced on the podium and lit a cigarette . Unconsciously I flicked the cig in the midst of losing myself in the music. The ash ends up on the hair of the poor guy standing below me.
Pissed off, he storms to the toilet to wash it off. In the toilet, he bumps into a long lost best buddy he's been trying to contact for years. They're estatic and they arranged to meet up the next day to catch up on all the lost years.
Totally psyched, instead of taking his frustrations out on his girlfriend as usual, he decides to head home and make sweet love to her all night long.
2 months later she finds out that she's pregnent and has no other choice but to go for an abortion. On the way back from the hospital, they both sit in silence and the car is filled with guilt. She mentions how she wouldn't be able to live this down for the rest of her life. He gets pissed and tells her to 'Shut the fuck up'. In that moment while he turned to yell at her, he wasn't watching the road and swurved. He almost hits a motorcyclist but the rider manages to avoid the car but in the process, cuts into the lane next to him, distracting a truck driver who, in that moment of shock, spun the wheel and crashed into a tree.
A few hours later, Mom recieves a call announcing that her brother just met with an accident and died on the spot.
He was my favourite uncle who was scheduled to leave the very next day to New Zealand for his daughter's wedding.

A butterfly on one side of the earth can cause a typhoon on the other.

Just don't fucking insult that if you're going to use it for some egotistical cry for attention and admiration instead.

It goes way deeper and bigger than your feeble little vain mind could ever register.

I can't even remb how I celebrated my last bday.
Not that it matters anyway.

I spent most of Wednesday night doing everything else except:

1. Dance
2. Drink
3. Dance
4. Drink
5. Dance somemore

The dance floor was so packed I never dared venture 5m from the entrance.
Bless podiums - I actually get to move more than my shouders.

Spent most of the night running arnd chatting up friends and giving out drinks. I swear I remembered occasional flashes of really blinding light as well, but that could be just my imagination.

The most amusing thing was Mom n Dad just wandering into the place, past the bouncer and entry charge of any sort. I spun around and saw them standing near the entrace like 2 lost Taiwanese tourist who stumbled into a Thai strip club.
Dad talked to some.. hiphop looking people at the same table (?!).
Mom was happily drinking PURE orange juice (from the mixers?!).
Sis..mixed..drinks (Not that she knew how..).
Danny guarded the drinks and demanded the password for anyone who came to claim one.
My bro took a sip of everything he could get his hands on.

Highlight of the night was watching June and Kelvin fight for the pole, and Mel holding Cheena down while he was getting ass-rubbed by some fat chic.
haha! Priceless.
The wonders of the intoxication of music and sweat.
I was left with dancing on the couch, but 1/2 the time my mind was on praying my heels would'nt snap - its quite a challenge 'ya know dancing to Black Eye Peas on sponge.

Ain bought this fucking kickass dress from Future and wore it with golden slippers and (according to Khai) algae looking make-up.
Sonia wore a velvety purple top, capris and girlywirly shoes!
Dulce looked like a nymph-gone-havoc..
and I wore a bloody $130 halter-neck dress which, by the end of the night, stretched at the boobs becuz it was cut on bias. *fume*

I had a blast. The night passed so fast..
(Can I whine again how little I got to dance and drink?! And I didn't even take 1 puff the entire night!
Wasn't it supposed to be a night of sensation?!)
..it was over before I knew it. It was so fucking great to see everyone and get them all together again. I had so much fun, and it was fulfilling just seeing everyone enjoying themselves.

20 years from now who's ever gona remember this?

Someone is going to be the world power, or tear the world apart fighting for it.

And no matter how hard we may wish it, the winner will not be a Blindfolded Jury of Archangels.

Humans - often greedy, prone to vanity and pride over our institutions and successes. We are all this and more. We have committed bloody acts and disgraced our integrity and our honor, and written shameful pages in a history that cannot be erased.
Face it.
We're all just a fucking bunch of animals, and proud of it.

..and t'was the night of UFOs:

Undesirable
Fucking
Objects.

My Halloween experience this year was very different from the last one.

1625 hrs: Ain and I generating last min ideas for costumes:

The 3 of us could squeeze into a sweater and go as a 3-headed freak..but that would make it impossible to firstly, dance, and secondly, pick up any cutie/get picked up by any cutie/settle for a 1 night-stand.

Wrap ourselves with rounds of glad-wrap and go as Last Night's Leftovers.

Go as each other - Ain as Sonia, Sonia as me, and me as Ain. Brrr...so scary!

Gather as many feathers as we can and split them amongst the 3 of us..then claim we're old bolding chickens. Cluckle and scratch around and everytime someone talks to us, we squawk loudly in their faces ppokkKAAAAAkkk!!!!!

Go as guys pretending to be girls.

So as you can see, we're very good with last min budget Halloween ideas. Call for more information.

2345 hrs: I was still in the office - in boxers and singlet, while every witch, fairy, angel (enuf of this boring crap!) and other contorted beings were out there roaming the streets and jamming up the clubs.

0045 hrs: Reached Coco Latte. I did a Superman - dressed to kill (or scare), make up and hair - in less than 15mins. Excuse me, but is that a feat or WAT?!

The place was nice, but the crowd sucked. There wern't any interesting costumes, the girls dressed wierd and danced even wierd-er and there were no cute guys at all. My radar resigned 10 mins into stepping into the place.

There were a few dancing pretty violently and an odd retired couple of...sixty? The ah-pek was dancing with us, and Ain n I were teaching him how to groove and bounce to the beat. It was hilarious, and he was so cute. He wore a white short sleeved strippy shirt tucked in black pants, clear plastic spectacles and had his hair gelled back. He's half a head shorter than me and his moves were totally unco-ordinated. When we first found him on the dance floor alone, I swear for a moment I was scrutinizing him trying to figure out if it was a costume.

He danced with us for a good half an hour before asking me to join him outside. I..refused..politely, of cuz. Next thing I know, Ain gasped animatedly and pointed to him..and his wife! Later on she was seen dancing on the podium holding onto the pole and the entire club was cheering her on. To the babes dancing on the other podiums, sorry girls, time to pack up and go *mreow!*

So we danced, until our legs ached and Sonia got so carried away she forgot she was holding onto a jug and spilt drink all over the floor.

We saw a huge burly...nurse, cat-(bondage)-woman, Robbie Williams, a caped cloacked crusader who danced like an Indian (?!), a Japanese Vampire, a humongous rainbow coloured wig booping around, a black very scary-looking pirate and a fugly very skinny pole-dancer.

She. Hogged. the pole for Hours.
Bloody pole-hogger.
If the pole was detachable, I would've snatched it from her in a jiffy, whacked her head with it and threaten her to "please eat more and get yourself a new wardrobe. It isn't Halloween everyday dear."

She was shoving her skinny minah-tights-clad ass into every guy's face.
Trick or Treat, anyone?
We stood there with our mouths gapping open.
Erm, is this meant to be a prank the club set up for its loyal valued patroners?
Like, 'Happy Halloween y'all! This is on the club!'... ?

It was nonetheless a night worth getting exhausted over, with more pain (ooouu those thigh musckles!) than pleasure. Thank you Han, for saving us (from those Mats!) and an uncomfortable over-charged cab ride home.