White Chocolate

The theme was white chocolate, everyone came in shades
of yellow, cream and white. I had a wonderful time last night. I
celebrated my birthday at Pizzeria in Mount Albert with close friends.
Everyone sticked to the dress code and even brought gifts even when I
asked them not to as I'm horrible with gifts. I started swearing and
bawling my eyes out when they churned out the gifts.

The Norwegians and Hanna chip in to get me a scooter
and a Winnie the Pooh helmet. I was so touch I started crying and
telling everyone off! Oh dear, I made a fool of myself that night. Marc
gave me a sensual smelling brazilian body moisturiser and wash. Sweet
smelling and a bit musky, he instructed me that the only way to use it
was in twos Jackson got me yummy looking white chocolate which he
says is 'divine' and tear jerking written cards by everyone else. Eric
gave me a gift voucher for Whitcoulls which is FANTABULOUS!! as
Whitcoulls is having a sale now. OOoOooo all those books are going to
be mine! Mine I tell you!!

*ehem*

Anyhoo, I also got flowers that were so beautiful that
they looked fake. Courtesy of Roanne and Jem. Zan, Peter and Afif came
late but they manage to join in the revelry. Zan brought me a bottle of
Chardonnay and David and his date Hwei Gin (who was sweet enought to
come) brought a botlte of wine as well. I also got this lovely apple
shaped necklace from Arthur and Ali (it's sooo cute).

The patrons of the restaurant were very nice and I
think they make the best pizzas. Without asking they also gave out
donuts glazed with sugar as desserts. I didn't eat much as I was so
happy to see all my friends having a good time and I was a bit
emotional by that time.

Before the night ended I made a toast and said:

'I thank you from the very bottom of my heart and
soul to all of you , my friends for coming here tonight to celebrate my
birthday I am so happy especially with the added bonus of you guys
bringing gifts. I thank you'

And then stupid me burst out crying...again.

A toast for all my beautiful friends

Till Then

1.9.04 06:17, Comment

Trance

Yesterday night was a flurry of activities for me. I  went to work, then played football till it was dark Score: 1st half 10-1 (my team won) 2nd half 5-4 (B's team won). B played with with his bro while in my team was me, Gelnn and Ivy. It was a good game just because Ivy manage to score three goals and me four .

After football we went to have dinner at Asian Food alley. I like the food there, they have a decent array of choices and lots of  spicy food. After dinner we went to Ivy's place for a qucik shower then zoomed off to K'road looking for a club called Baccio. Hmm...I was reluctant to go at first as my body was feeling all buzzy and mellow. Ivy's eye lids were half closing in the car while B was quietly driving.

Baccio is located on the second level of the Kiss club (which according to Ivy is very dodgy). The building was pretty nice with soft red lights and yellow stone walls. The interior inside was quite nice and it had a nice big bar and ample seats which had red leahter couches and funky lights all around the place. It was suppose to be a suprise but I found out that Zan was spinning there for the first half of the night. His set was pretty good an array of House and

....

The guy who asked me out that day just came over with a piece of paper which read 'Sorry for what I did that day'. Gosh I wasn't offended that he asked me I was just miffed that HE got miffed!

...

Anyhoo, yes Zan was playing an array of House and R'n B. I danced to a couple of songs. Laughed at some who were dancing on the dance florr. Looked at all the girls and boys who were that night (which were not many) and felt at home. Everyone there that nigth (well nearly) was Malaysian. B would have been bored to death if Ralph and Ah Fatt had not suddenlly appeared at the entrance looking as if they were expecting a long night of doing nothing. I saw them coming in the club and I saw B's face change and  then it was like a signal and all three men were suddenlly smiling and their eyes gleaming. kekekekeke So B was setteld he had a good night there after drinking and talking with Ralphie and Ahh Fatt.

I on the other hand was enjoying myself untill it was cut short by the entrance of new DJ, Fei Bian (if I'm not mistaken). Now this is where I regretted laughing at some of the dancers as this time I was the one moving like a headless chicken. I had no idea how to dance to Trance! It went all super fast and shit then would go slow to a non-existent beat. I  look to Ivy for some guidance but I couldn't copy her moves as she was a sawily as a snake and my body ain't that nimble HELL NO! I was just spastically moving when B came over and told me Just follow the beat. I was like huh? " Follow the beat if you can't, then jog". So there I was all over the place feet in the air hands waving and made a face that I was enjoying myself. When in fact I was jogging and doing some steps I rememebered from my mums aerobic class. I have to say even if I wasn't happening I was at least moving to the beat.

*if anyone has any idea how to move to trance, please don't hesitate to tell me*

We decided to leave around 12 and on our way to the car we saw this hot mama from the back with a short short short  skirt only to find that it was a he with a day old beard and lots of makeup. B nearly hurled all 8 bottles of beer then and there. Me, B and Ivy made so much noise at the club and at the streets, it's lucky we didn't get any unwanted scenes. I like!

Hmm..apparently Stella Artois is really good. I had some last night and it tasted yummilicious. I don't like beer but I think drinking it cold helps tremendously.

Till Then,

p/s Zan is a wicked Dj.

6 Kommentare 3.9.04 07:02, Comment

You, me, them..gone

I have live to see my twentieth birthday, but they won't and the sad thing is we humans were the ones to inflict pain upon our own beings those of innocence who could have been leaders of our world, future nurturers of our future generation and now that realm will never come to pass for them. There are no tears nor words enough to describe the sorrow of turning on the tv or reading the newspaper to find they have been lost. The confirmation in written word and voice is a finality I cannot fathom how such cruelty exist.

How does one say I'm sorry for the loss when we have no idea. No idea at all.

How does one save a  nation where there is no nation to be saved?

May God save their souls.

Till Then,

7.9.04 04:22, Comment