words from the brat.

new blog on the way! :)

fuck. i just typed a whole loadsome of entry and when i clicked "post to maynaa", i had this white screen saying it's encountering some goddamn problem. and the entire post is gone.

i fucking need a new laptop.

i'm now at i-dunno-who's house at jurong west, bestie brought bf and i here to drink with his friends. fuck there's no parents at his fucking home and there's 9 fucking boys and i'm the only fucking rose here. fuck it feels fucking weird man. i had i-dunno-how-many shots of remy martin and currently now boozing on smirnoff and smokin my ass off. and i'm fucking amazed i could still fucking hold my liquor and fucking update my blog cos the others are jamming in the guy's room and others are playing daidee and i fuckin dunno whatt to do. bestie's officially drunk now he's fucking sprawled on the sofa. YES DANNIE MARTIN IS DRUNK AND HE'S FUCKING UNDERAGED AND THE BEST THING WAS BF AND I GOTTA TAKE CARE OF HIM LATER TILL THE FIRST BUS. ok i'm gonna fucking play daidee now bye

Another wild night out yesterday.

Nurul texted me to ask me and the bf out to a pub at Tanjong Pagar. I meant like, I immediately agreed as I've never fucking went to a pub before. Club, yes. But pub, NO!

Then we went drinking at Tanjong Pagar with the bf and friends. All 6 of us lah. Nurul, Della and their respective bfs. Then only me, bf, Nurul and Della went to Duxton @ 25 cos Nurul's bf is working as a deejay there, had 3 jugs there, her bf got us 2 complimentary jugs of Tiger Beer and our own jug of Bourbon (MY FAVOURITE!!). I downed 2 glasses of Bourbon and fuckkkk I couldn't even drink half a glass of beer! The other 3 could like fucking drink 2 1/2 glasses of beer and I just drank half. eeeeeeeeee i hate beer. fucking blearrrgh.

Then we left the place cos Nurul got fucked up over something and we went to another pub few doors away where another of her friend works there as a bartender. We had another round of Chivas and this time things got pretty wild. Nurul and Della pulled me to the freaking narrow walkway and danced our asses off. I mean look at it this way, we're like clubbing in a P-U-B? patrons there come to relax and came along these 3 monkeys shaking their bootylicious asses like a salt shaker. More glasses of Chivas and then Nurul pushed me up onto the bar top. And then I went bar top dancing alone and Nurul followed suit. So now there's 2 tipsy monkeys hanging off a tree and then we kept going up and down the bar for more glasses and trips to toilet. Around 2+ am we finally got Della up the bar top and the three of us became tipsy monkeys holding on to the rail and dancing like there's no tomorrow. My bf was enjoying the whole show.

Then we went pub-hopping again to another pub the next street, and this one had Filipino hostesses grinding every man they saw. I was like, okay ah I need to sit and stare cos I'm toooo zonked out, but noooo, Della and Nurul had to pull me to the makeshift dancefloor again. At that point of time I wished I could pop an E so I could like dance till I grow skinny. Seriously when I went clubbing before, it was never this bad. When i wanna sit and smoke, I do. But now the 2 girls never gave me any chance. And bf was having fun getting his grooves on.

And that's not all. Nurul's bf, Khai, got us 2 jugs of Bourbon (again!) and what else, I choppppped one jug! Then I got tipsy and fell down twice and had to be supported by the bouncer and staff who kept telling each other that I'm drunk but I was helplessly defending mysel saying "I'M OKAY!" and trust me, I was telling the truth. One of the drunk guys slipped in a slice of lemon in between his lips and asked me to take it using my lips. Bloody cheeky sia. I was like, eh no no no eh i'm okay la. Many many pairs of hands were wrapping me and I nearly suffocated. ahha. Danced danced drink drink smoke smoke pee pee then the club closed at 4+ am. A verbal fight broke out amongst the staffs itself. Bf got damn drunk and he threw up on himself. Had his shirt taken off and he had to spend the entire hour or so half-naked. I could still hold my liquour, so I took care of him. NOW LOOK WHO'S THE ONE WHO'S STILL STANDING AT THE END OF THE NIGHT?! (referring to bf cos he told me that I'll confirm be gone by tonight) Nurul was already drunk, running aimlessly around the road and such. 

Cabbed home and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Looking forward for Thurs/Fri night cos we might be going there again! Looks to me like pubbing is better than clubbing! i know it's the other way round but... ahahha!

good am at work now and feeling fucking groggy. what's new? 2 hours of sleep only sia!!!!!!

anyway, it'll be a fucking packed Thursday and Friday night.. Thursday night I promised to go to Night Safari with Siq, then pubbing, and the following night is dinner @ simpang with the lovely facis and seniors, then maybe pubbing again!

okay i'm at work sneaking another 15 mins to blog about our naughty nights (AS REQUESTED BY MJ). so if the boss were to catch me blogging, i'll put the blame to MJ! hahahahah (:

NAUGHTY NIGHTS COMES LIKE THIS:

1st outdoor night:
Kicked Razzie's and MJ's large asses in between giant snores and unglamorous sleeping positions.
MJ's case: I stretched my legs outwards to where her legs are supposed to be, so in the end she ended up curling like this;