Toxicated
Met up with darling Teresa and an old friend Vanessa on Saturday. Got really tipsy. It's been awhile since I've partied this hard, so I kinda forgot how fucked up it felt to be hungover the morning after. I drank more than I should've on Saturday, my hangover lasted through Sunday. That sourish aftertaste of alcohol, the way your stomach feels like its all tied up into knots. Dehydrated and everything else that you drink or eat, tastes weird. Even water. Gross.
I'm glad I slept it off only today. I don't remember the insignificant parts of the night, which is a bad thing cos' I might be blabbering away. I bet I humiliated myself in front of at least one person. But anyways I finally got a chance to release all the stress I've been under for the last couple of months.
O bar was fun. I was photographed by some chick. It'll prolly be out on their website soon. I got chatted up by some white guy who had weird questions. And then he said I could tell me to fuck off if I didn't want him here. It was then I realised he was chatting me up. Haha. He got the hint and went away eventually.
Vanessa got chatted up by some Indian guy which she single-handedly rejected. I think. And this is the funny part of the night. When I came, Teresa was telling me about this one cute Eurasian guy. Our 'groups' were not very far away from each other and so he was checking Teresa out as well.
I turned to the bar to get a drink and the next thing I know, he was right there, talking to her. Now enough with the details. Here's whats funny. They got acquainted, and the 'Eurasian guy's' name was Zul. Teresa has nothing against Malays but she just likes Eurasian. Her face changed and his next line was 'I was realising you, I think you're pretty'. It was hilarious. But she was nice enough to not burst out laughing. See the thing is, broken English would turn anyone off. Especially Teresa! But we had a good laugh about it. She was still kinda interested in him though but he sorta disappeared after awhile.
And of course there has to be at least one eye candy to deem a successful party. And there he was, right across the dancefloor, white zip-up sweater, tousled spiked hair. He's definitely cute in that ruggedly boyish way. For a minute when I saw him alone, we had this eye flirting session when I was going to the bathroom. I think. No idea. Too wasted to care. LOL.
So I was just casually telling Sham (a friend I bumped into) about the new found eye candy. Big mistake! They're friends! And so Mr Sham went up to him to perhaps say hi. But of course I swore to him that if he said a thing, he'll be slaughterd. They just sorta hung around for abit. I wonder if he told that guy. But of course when I asked, he denied. But boys will be boys I guess. I seriously couldn't care less.
That guy's merely an eye candy. I swear! Although, I'd like to bump into more eye candies like him. Haha. I don't think he's malay though, he looks mixed. All I could remember was he had a weird name and tons of hot girls around him. You know how sickening it is to actually have a guy know he's hot? It's sad. That overpowering display of male ego is enough to kill his sexiness.
But Saturday night was fun. The bartender gave me and Teresa invites for next Fri. Free entry and free flow for Friday the 13th. We might get drunk again. Hah. We'll see.
I'm glad I slept it off only today. I don't remember the insignificant parts of the night, which is a bad thing cos' I might be blabbering away. I bet I humiliated myself in front of at least one person. But anyways I finally got a chance to release all the stress I've been under for the last couple of months.
O bar was fun. I was photographed by some chick. It'll prolly be out on their website soon. I got chatted up by some white guy who had weird questions. And then he said I could tell me to fuck off if I didn't want him here. It was then I realised he was chatting me up. Haha. He got the hint and went away eventually.
Vanessa got chatted up by some Indian guy which she single-handedly rejected. I think. And this is the funny part of the night. When I came, Teresa was telling me about this one cute Eurasian guy. Our 'groups' were not very far away from each other and so he was checking Teresa out as well.
I turned to the bar to get a drink and the next thing I know, he was right there, talking to her. Now enough with the details. Here's whats funny. They got acquainted, and the 'Eurasian guy's' name was Zul. Teresa has nothing against Malays but she just likes Eurasian. Her face changed and his next line was 'I was realising you, I think you're pretty'. It was hilarious. But she was nice enough to not burst out laughing. See the thing is, broken English would turn anyone off. Especially Teresa! But we had a good laugh about it. She was still kinda interested in him though but he sorta disappeared after awhile.
And of course there has to be at least one eye candy to deem a successful party. And there he was, right across the dancefloor, white zip-up sweater, tousled spiked hair. He's definitely cute in that ruggedly boyish way. For a minute when I saw him alone, we had this eye flirting session when I was going to the bathroom. I think. No idea. Too wasted to care. LOL.
So I was just casually telling Sham (a friend I bumped into) about the new found eye candy. Big mistake! They're friends! And so Mr Sham went up to him to perhaps say hi. But of course I swore to him that if he said a thing, he'll be slaughterd. They just sorta hung around for abit. I wonder if he told that guy. But of course when I asked, he denied. But boys will be boys I guess. I seriously couldn't care less.
That guy's merely an eye candy. I swear! Although, I'd like to bump into more eye candies like him. Haha. I don't think he's malay though, he looks mixed. All I could remember was he had a weird name and tons of hot girls around him. You know how sickening it is to actually have a guy know he's hot? It's sad. That overpowering display of male ego is enough to kill his sexiness.
But Saturday night was fun. The bartender gave me and Teresa invites for next Fri. Free entry and free flow for Friday the 13th. We might get drunk again. Hah. We'll see.
random rants @ 9:38 PM
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