third time at ladies night zouk**

so, it's confirmed. now that pink is the new black, i declare that third times are the new first times.

last night, we zouk-ed out.

remember this?

i couldn't agree more.
hell of a time, girls, hell... of... a... time.

zouk/phuture rocked my socks off so hard, i think i'm permanently disabled from wearing socks. it was the BEST time of my life, EFFING fantastic.

i can't even begin to describe it; i'm still high on last night and i haven't fully regained the use of my now-jellyfied limbs.

it was my THIRD time at zouk [and what a night it was] but my FIRST ladies night there :)

zouk has stolen my virginity.

i wanna be selfish today, don't feel like sharing my special night with the whole world so i shall be brief about the highlights *grin*

1) the most interesting clubbing conversation that did not involve screaming:

him: trying to shout in my ear.

me: WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? *the look* (you know how i get)

him: *shouting* (okay, so there WAS some shouting involved) WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

me: *typing out on my phone as i knew he wouldn't hear me anyway* (and he seemed quite non-sleazy and polite, in fact, almost decent.)

him: apparently, he didn't catch what i typed the first time round, so he tried again.

me: flashing phone at him.

him: *squinting then nodding*

him: nice name.

me: *rolling eyes* cliche.

him: *shaking head* unique.

me: *rolling eyes in disbelief again* psycho.

him: *shaking head* most definitely not.

me: *obliged to ask out of politeness* what's your name?

him: daniel.

him: now THAT'S cliche.

me: (in sms mode) *nods* i agree. (in real life) *smiling*

haha. so that was it. i don't make a habit out of giving out my number to strange men. i go clubbing to dance, not to talk. hee.

2) the most caught-in-the-act moment.

this guy from catalog approached me the second i bounded out from zouk to pick up cindy. started asking about my clothes.. yada yada. inside i was just cringing as every single answer i had for him was so beentheredonethat. VIC AH VIC!

him: where's your top from?

me: MANGO *cringe*

him: where's your bottom from?

me: hongkong *cringecringe*

him: where's your belt from?

me: hongkong
(god, what happened to originality?)

him: where are your shoes from?

me: far east
(get a gun, aim, pull the trigger please)

before i could even think of a non-stupid pose, he said,"smile!" FLASH. and that was it. the end of my life.

p/s: THANK YOU miss jobina tan sirong for RUNNING AWAY and ABANDONING ME with a STRANGE MAN!

3) the sweetest incident from the most unexpected person.

a perfect stranger. the last time i went to zouk, i had beer poured into my shoes. wearing the same pair of white flats, the exact opposite happened. i was coughing really badly for some reason- i think the ventilation in phuture is not as good as in zouk. this girl with a funky short crop, covered in tattoos (by the bar) caught sight of me coughing madly, waved to the bartender (seemingly on good terms with him) and actually got me a glass of water to drink. i typed out "thank you" on my phone as i gulped gratefully. she smiled. i smiled.

what a sweetheart :) i like people like that.

3) the most shocking thing anyone has ever said to me while clubbing.

her: can you please not touch my boobs?

me: I DID NOT!

in my head: come on lah woman. i know i'm as flat as a runway, but yours aren't that hot either kay? definitely NOT hot enough to make me wanna turn momentarily lesbian.

4) the most amusing response (of mine) to a pickup line.

him: you have such a pretty face, you should smile more.

my face: a combination of GND + riight. + uhhuh. + *rolls eyes* + no comment. + try harder.

5) the most tension in a non-existent conversation.

her: staring at the cubicle door. [maggie]

her thoughts: ugly bitch.

me: staring at her overalls.

my thoughts: whatever woman. i came here to pee, not have a staring competition.

tension. tension. tension.

... and then there was supper till 5 plus. got home at 6. bathed twice to get rid of smoke smell in hair. dancing in the shower to the music playing in my head.

p/p/s: PT & Ah Hock were there :) jealous yet? and FREE PASSES! another first for me!

p/p/p/s: I GOT MY DIARY!
time to stop blogging.