On Saturday, My Slut and i were walking in 1U. I kept on hopping about chanting “When’s Ash gonna come back?! I miss Ash… It’s been ages! She should be back by now!”
My Slut stared down at me. “How come i don’t see you acting like this when i’m not around…” “Cos you’re not around, how to see hA.” “Then how come i don’t hear you like this…” “Cos you don’t call when you’re not here HA.”
I’m so smart when it comes to answering back quickly. Gonna see Ash now. So happyexcitedecstaticyay Ashley The Monkey heh.
Yes, I love working for events. Cos after everything, i can drink absolutely loads and get as trashed as possible.
I always get very offended when someone says to me, “Is that an angel tatoo? OH how wonderful!” My smile automatically falters and i manage to mutter, “No. It’s a fairy. NOT AN angel. A FAIRY.”
It’s Sunday. Bit it has been a good Sunday because i’ve gone drinking at Bar Savanh and Frangipani after the event. If you go to Frangipani, you have got* to try the Burning Desire. It’s a house-pouring drink you can’t find anywhere else and it absolutely rocks.
ok. i have just read thru everything above and realised i have a few mistakes. But i shall leave it there for your entertainment’s sake since i rarely type tipsy.
The next album i really want to buy is Gwen Stefani’s. I can’t charge it to the card cos i have been totally misusing it and charging things unrationally. It’s like being drunk, i swear. All reasonabilitiy flies out the window.
Tomorrow.
When i read back everything above and notice the endless spelling and grammar mistakes.
I’m sorry i drank too much I’m sorry you had to carry me I’m sorry i let you down I’m sorry i yelled at you I’m sorry i was being a bitch I’m sorry for being cocky I’m sorry for saying horrible things
I can say sorry over and over But sometimes sorry’s not enough
ok i’m just too busy hence my unability to finish yakking about Zoukout. I have some event work today and tomorrow.
Today’s is because its The Boyfriend’s Sister’s event. So it’s not something i can get out of helping… It’s some red carpet event *shh* so apparently i shall see every local female celebrity you can think of. I’m too lazy to type down their names. Thanks to my darling cousin for lending me a formal black dress for it. It comes with an extremely sexy corset which requires me to beat my boyfriend off when trying it on.
Tomorrow’s event is purely for money. I might miss PVD in Zouk for it but i’m all ready to accept that because he played such a heavenly set in Zoukout. Imagine. So heavenly i don’t mind missing him tomorrow night.
I have less than one ringgit in my wallet.
Tragic isn’t it… I have up to 4 companies owing me money… which should be coming today. Please let it be today. Please. I have been angelically resisting from using Mr. Magic Plastic to purchase things. Okay… so i *have* been using it… twice.
Because so many of you are bugging me like asses to put the pics up… HERE. Now quit complaining!
I have to thank Gobi Rita GBK Hon Seng for inviting me to come along with them. You guys are fucking great. This trip made me realise how a truly great group of people you all are ok ok enough mushiness
I started sipping my Malibu on the way from Johore to Spore. As the bus was nearing the Causeway, what did we encounter but a
MASSIVE JAM
Horror of horrors! A silly traffic wasn’t going to ruin our fun, no way. Uh-uh. So we jumped off the bus and walked for an hour. Honestly, i didn’t feel tired at all (though i should* have been cos i skipped sleep on Fri night and slept for only 3 hours on the bus ride to Johore) It’s so amazing how anticipation can push me. I didn’t feel tired at all, in fact, we all enjoyed the walk immensely (or so i think)
After that, we stood in immigration for another hour. Christ. The journey to the rave itself was using up the last of my energy…
“You know. I don’t think i’ve ever used this much effort to go to a rave before…” “Yea la.. me too.”
But all of us knew that when we reached, all complaints would be forgotten in the drone of heavenly music.
I sipped my malibu while waiting at immigration. I was thirsty and i didn’t have water okay. It was one of those annoying days when i purposely wanted to get high for a rave and i couldn’T even when i budgeted the amount properly so i wouldn’t pass out on the beach.
So i drank somemore. I went on beer next (as did the others) all the way to the entrance of the rave. As expected, everyone had to go through a strict bag check cos of the No-Drug regulation in Spore. They didn’t really check mine much, must be my innocent face ๐
Once we got in, it was like a playground. My favourite playground. Which one to run to first?! Which? Oh, which?! There were three (or was it four?) tents, but i was only interested in running to and fro the Main Tent and the R&B one. It would take freaking 10 minutes to walk briskly from one to the other cos both of them just *had* to be on the opposite ends of the beach! Many many girls in bikinis and oh-so-fine men…. Also many oh-so-fine men who weren’t oh-so-into-girls.
There was one podium with hot men only. I stared there thinking gosh if i could pick one, i would take ages… that one! *focus shifts* no… he’s got a nicer ass. nO! *focus shifts again* *He’s* got nicer arms… omg the other one there is so sexy to-die-for… But of couse i couldn’t pick cos they were all gay. Only gay men would shamelessly shake their mighty fine asses on podiums for all to see *applaudes* Too bad Dave wasn’t there. You would have very much enjoyed it.
I split my time between R&B with JasonJoannaAlan and PaulVanDyk with MaryGobiRitaEveryoneelse.
The atmosphere was fantastic. It was absolutely
carefree and crazy.
Everyone around was dancing like their life depended on it. I watch back the videos of us dancing and laugh out loud.
