One Night Out With Tini

Once in a while, DatinTini and i would merge our outings together
This was erm (shh i forgot, lemme check my organiser first. I have this habit that i’ve kept to since 2000. I jot down where i am, who i’m out with, where we eat/drink, what time, what i’m doing. Everyday. It’s a super detailed account of What Joyce Has Been Doing With Her Life. Ahh found it. This was on…) 11th July.

We compromised that we’d go for the BMW 1 Series event first, then to Palate Palette for Lap Sap.

BMW made us fill in the answer for the question – “What is your idea of joy?”
Ishwin read it and simply blared ‘Joyce’
I wrote that down.
 

Everyone was so corporate and pretty formal for the event
I was draped in B+W stripes but somehow, my hair just doesn’t cut it for ‘let’s look serious and rich’

Staring at everyone around me, i muttered, “I feel like a young punk…”
DatinTini: I feel like a fat bitch.

Victor + DatinTini

Leggy models decked top to toe in Raoul strutting it
 

Her legs are awfully fair. Mine would look super indian next to hers.

I truly doubt i’d be able to pull off the gold leggings. Euch.

Ooh, then the men came out. I’m usually not one to drool over male models, but there was an exceptionally hunky one i fought with Tini over to take home.

*cough*

Dragged her to Lap Sap

Cute bathroom mirror.

I was so happy there! Big happy smiles! Crazy wiggle dancing! Bright kitschy clothes!
DatinTini: I feel so out of place…
Me: Woohoo! WEE! Isn’t this fun!


DJ Blink

 
Happy clappy Catcha + dunnowhat + 8tv peeps!

DatinTini called everyone Stabilos people
‘Cos they’re so colourful
 
 
GarfieldChak

DatinTini + Edwin

Tini really couldn’t take it after awhile. I felt abit bad so i agreed to leave with her to Wine Room where the two boyfriends were – Dik and Dax. Even their names match. How romance (purposely la ok!) is that!

Dax

The two boyfriends.

Dax and his 2nd one.

Threesome.

Innocent angels with no boyfriends.

(I was requested to censor this but… fuck this is my blog okay. Pay moneyyyyy. Then i might take down. HAHA)

How… tender.

By the way, a note to Dik: You owe Tini RM1000
Remember? Remember why? Because you dared her to go up onstage to sing and she did!

Stranger white dude feeling ons for Tini’s voice. Or not…

Stranger white dude pulling Dik away.

We turned back to where our drinsk were to find…

PassedOutDax.

Beware passing out around us ‘cos

1. We smile and take pretty pictures with you.

2. We whisper sweet rubbish to rouse you to no avail.
3. A train starts

4. We take *more* pictures. Pouts and licks this time.

5. We bribe you with roses.

“Dax honey… wake up please…”

“Look! Look baby! Two flowers instead! Not just one! I remember you told me how two’s your lucky number! Honey…?”

“Okay. How about some tongue then?”

We got bored waiting for Dax to wake up.
So DikTracy + DatinTini camwhored.

6. We take pictures of your nostrils.

7. We take closeup pictures of your nostrils.

And then we get even more bored, the lights are on, we’re the only ones left, and we don’t reckon we’re larat to carry you out.

By the way, i think i’ll have to remove this post by afternoon or whenever Dax gets alerted to this so… printscreen people!

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