Sunday, February 26, 2006
the night at MOS was sucha bother cos melanie left her identity card over at my place so we went back alll the way to my place and get back to the club.


four girls at the centre of attraction. it felt like being surrounded and targeted by a big bunch pack of howling horny wolves. the worst ones were those sticky wetty boys, the crowd yesterday wasnt fantastic and we werent high due to the lack of alcohol. the ratio of guy to girl was like 10:1. yeah, believe me.


at bout 2.30am, we left rnb for a jiffy break. guess what, the mos management said the rnb section is close for 15 minutes. we waited like 20 minutes beforehand at the entrance, we almost left with dancing trance. sorry, but i cant dance TRANCE. it's total bull to me--- but the trance dj is hot. and oh yeah, i told the bouncer outside rnb section, " we didnt pay to wait" and we are back to the dancefloor. the ironic thang is that it WASNT crowded in dere. stupid management.


thank god the music was good. (: the girls were pleased, minus bout the guys. the only eye candy i saw is da bartender. "just looking around" is my sign i held last night. ima sick of men, and i always meet the same species. *EW. in short, i needa break away from all these. the sad thing is that i lost my best dancer, melanie said 'oh well, it's in a wink the next one in da list'. thanks babe. haha.


left bout 4am. we both hooked up with our alright-cuties, mine's dress sense is good and hers rich. haha. o wells, we are being offered for a drink with some ah-mohs whom can be my dad. ah huh, no way. you wouldnt know what under the "kind" invite.


the night is good enough for me. at least i knew i have recovered, the missing-him current does hit me but i told myself, "babe, it's over. stop brooding. ima no angel. dont be hard on yourself. life goes on."


we are still young, 10 years down the road. i swear i wouldnt wanna be tied down anymore. it's not under my 'wanted' list. definitely. soooo, i smelll more clubbing session coming up! (: *yummy. as for now, i will let the low-resolution photos do the talking....

*tell me it's not monday tomorrow. ahhhhh. damn. 8 week more to end of IPP.


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