how ironic. the event was called enigma-a puzzling or inexplicable occurence, and that was exactly how the night went, with many blank gaps to fill in, in our memories. like how hanad came home with more than 100 photos in his camera, qj with a cut lip, pictures of random people in the cameras, missing black pumps, oh the list is endless.
the pre-party was at qj's place, champagne and screwdrivers. feeling all warm and slightly fuzzy, we headed down to regent street. having vip tickets let us skip the queue outside and the cloakroom queue. thank god for that, as i really needed the loo and made a beeline for it. it was the weirdest toilet i have ever seen. one sink outside the one cubicle, and inside the cubicle, TWO toilet bowls. i go back and report this to hanad, who promptly replies 'yalaa, you girls love to do everything together. now u can shit also together'...ewww!
the drinks were flowing freely, the music was pumping and the crowd was vibrant. that made my night. since it was a malaysian-singaporean thing, the bumping into random old friends that i haven't seen for quite awhile added to the fun.
the getting home part was the most hillarious. hy and diana were in charge of a zoo and pracitically herding animals back. with justin sprinting down the street (in the wrong direction of course), me crossing roads without looking, darren screaming in cantonese to qj, terrence just gone. superstrong hanad suddenly decided he misses the gym and picks me up as weights and starts running back. today his muscles were aching-must have pulled something somewhere!
once again i ended up crawling into bed in the wee hours of the morning, exhausted and still bundled up in my jacket and scarf with bodytape still on...i think the cleaners were rather amused to see me emerge from my room at noon in a little black dress, hair toussled, make-up intact to use the toilet.
the pre-party was at qj's place, champagne and screwdrivers. feeling all warm and slightly fuzzy, we headed down to regent street. having vip tickets let us skip the queue outside and the cloakroom queue. thank god for that, as i really needed the loo and made a beeline for it. it was the weirdest toilet i have ever seen. one sink outside the one cubicle, and inside the cubicle, TWO toilet bowls. i go back and report this to hanad, who promptly replies 'yalaa, you girls love to do everything together. now u can shit also together'...ewww!the drinks were flowing freely, the music was pumping and the crowd was vibrant. that made my night. since it was a malaysian-singaporean thing, the bumping into random old friends that i haven't seen for quite awhile added to the fun.
the getting home part was the most hillarious. hy and diana were in charge of a zoo and pracitically herding animals back. with justin sprinting down the street (in the wrong direction of course), me crossing roads without looking, darren screaming in cantonese to qj, terrence just gone. superstrong hanad suddenly decided he misses the gym and picks me up as weights and starts running back. today his muscles were aching-must have pulled something somewhere!
once again i ended up crawling into bed in the wee hours of the morning, exhausted and still bundled up in my jacket and scarf with bodytape still on...i think the cleaners were rather amused to see me emerge from my room at noon in a little black dress, hair toussled, make-up intact to use the toilet.
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