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Club, clubbed, clubbing, clubbed-ed, continue clubbing.
Paramour 3 was quiteee fun. Except for the ridiculous amount of ppl the event would have been a blast. Wish i had reached alot earlier lurh actually, but okay la. There's the "prime" time to stay in the club, when your blood's rushing, when you feel the adrenaline, when the bass is pounding on your heart, when you see the girls doing their things. =) Heaven.

But it does die down lah, den you go down for a smoke, see familiar faces around, chit chat. Cabbed back home to tampines with Viola Lam and walked home from there. So random to meet her there, wanted to borrow money from her and this was how the conversation went.

Me : " eh viola where are you?"
Background music : " BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ! "
Viola : " HUHHHHHHHH ???? I CAN'T HEAR YOU ! "
Me " You at a club isit ? Paramour @ Gotham Penthouse ? "
Viola : " HUHH? MILSTEIN NOT WITH ME ! "
Me : " -_- "
Me : " sms you suah "
Viola : " OKAY OKAY ! "

Ended up only meeting her at the END of the event, cause my stupid phone died on me. Came home charged my phone and realised Wen fen thon-ed outside the whole night, chatted with her till 6am before knocking till 3pm the next day. There onwards is crap, but my birthday is coming in 3 days. Excited/irritated cause the chalet is giving me problems, so many invited people YET i can't confirm whether its on or not, fucked right ? I can't imagine how im gonna explain to everyone, " eh sorry ah chalet cancel !" -_- shoot me.

BUT im going to club next week, still can't get the adrenaline out of my blood, and im gonna keep going till im drop dead sick of it or BROKE.

psst ! when i grow up - pussy cat dolls
unforgettable moment there =)