gotham penthouse.

phew. what a night.
i finally went to gotham penthouse.
i might even say it rocked our socks, or maybe it was the other way around.
we rocked their socks.

wait, before i go into the details of last night,
I HAVE TO SAY THIS NOW or i'll never hold my peace.

lish and i went fabric shopping at every designer's supermarket, arab street.
WE GOT CHEATED.

NARMAI FABRICS
importer & exporter
wholesale & retail

specialise in gents & ladies tailoring

SWEETIE ALI

tel/fax: 62944149

53 arab street, singapore 199750

DO NOT GO THERE!

don't ask me what happened, i do not want to relive the sordid tale of sex, lies and arab street.

3pm, it was too late to meet up with sarah, sylvain, ben. and besides, i looked like crap in my arab street gear + no makeup. but somehow lish managed to talk me out of it and onto the train and into FCUK + topshop :) a phonecall located the two S's, apparently in the same building and shop even! off for a chitchat at CFC and a quick confirmation of plans.

so the S's are officially in love with my new phone :) they were bickering over who got to buy it. when sarah suggested he get the 7270 with a new plan, she was like "darn! i shouldn't have suggested that. then you'll get to have the phone." heh. i know i've said it at least a hundred times, but this feeling is foreign to me; an object of adoration in my possession. it has already garnered a long list of fans among my friends. that's cute.

we were talking about work and school, and i took out my sketchbook to demonstrate my point, to which sylvain was like, "OHMYGOD SKETCHES!!!! I LOVE SKETCHES!!" they browsed through my sketchpad and were strangely impressed by my laupok drawings. oh and we snapped away with my phone, they practically had a tug-of-war over it! haha. when sarah and i took a picture together, his only comment was "hmm." (together with a scrunched up face) and get this! sarah's first words upon seeing my ragabone woman look was "hey vic, *pause* you look comfortable."

not that i blame her. if it were up to me, i would've said something wayy less subtle and more along the lines of "eww gross."

the look: ragabone woman

white tank with some funny heart print

dark denim jeans, rolled up, hk

faded pink flipflops

brown canvas bag, army market

no makeup

hairpin holding up newly shorn fringe

hours later, (swim and bath included)

the look: not-ragabone woman

pink gradient ruched empire top, virgi's

faded jeans with white belt, hk

white peeptoe flats
white gathered shoulder bag, tangs

makeup

blow dried fringe.

while on my way to raffles place, these 2 girls came aboard the mrt. they promptly started staring at my reflection in the window, from the end of the row of seats. they saw me see them stare at me. but still, unabashedly, one of them exclaimed loudly,"that girl looks like jamie!" i mean i know i have a common face (i always get mistaken for other people) but there's no need to be THAT obvious. it was as if she was hoping i'd magically turn out to be her friend 'jamie' and if she spoke loud enough, i might just 'pop' over and roll with it. goodness gracious.

i was extremely late. by the time i reached the mad flemming, they were halfway through their drinks, in the case of christophe. sylvain remarked, "you don't look like the same person i saw today!" i just stuck out my tongue :)~ i went to the loo and promptly nearly caused a mini earthquake. i pulled the toilet paper and the entire holder fell apart, falling the the floor. tsk.

it was fun though; listening to them converse in french. sarah and i agreed that it was like being in a french movie. and i exclaimed, "love me if you dare!" i think they thought i was insane.

anyway, we set off on the long and dangerous journey to GP. upon our arrival, a quick peek inside revealed that it was VERY empty. i don't recall when it started to fill up, but it did. mostly with indians though. we made our way to the dancefloor after a few drinks and WE SHOWED THEM HOW IT'S DONE. (to the crazy dancers on the dancefloor, cheers to your crazy energy!)

some of the music reminded me of mambo night, but it was mostly R&B. YAY!

it was fun. felt dizzy after awhile, so i sat it out. nice toilets. didn't know how the taps worked. someone showed me how and i returned the favour later on. loved the quiet lounge away from the bustle of the dancefloor. lay there slumped in a pile, resting while they rested. when i heard 'bonnie and clyde' i actually SLID off the chair onto the floor. they laughed. i drank the least!

and we danced and danced... by the end of the night, kate sylvain and myself found ourselves on the slightly raised platform, more like a small flight of stairs, definitely NOT a podium. sylvain was the main dancer, kate and i were simply backups *grin*

we left around 3 plus. kate and i shared a cab back. she's a sweet girl. she asked me to get her number from sarah, both of us being the R&B lovers, and promised to club together soon. passed out on my bed. woke up when virgi came home. spent the whole night talking to her, listening more like. went to bed at 7 plus.

goodbye. i'm off for a cheese muffin. muhaha.