the day started less enthusiatically for me. like who will dress up to go the the ssdc to sign up for basic theory driving test? in fact, i was hesitating between school and private with loads of fear that i will fail the test repeatedly even if i took school lessons[examiners are biased. that's why school students have a higher passing rate than private students]. so seet headed on with her motorcycle lessons with the school while i decided to pass one, basic and two, final theory tests.. after which for practical i learn BOTH school and private. I STRONGLY BELIEVE THAT I NEED TO SPEND A LOT OF MONEY TO GET A LOT OF PRACTICE TO PLUCK UP A LOT OF COURAGE TO ELIMINATE THE A LOT OF LOAD OF FEAR WITHIN ME. yay. so settled. oh and yar, the whole world was amazed at how seet parents actually allowed her to learn motorcycle.. but to tell you the truth, given the fact she's an only child, of course she can force ask them for permission lor. my parents and siblings are dead against the idea. HMPH.

me and seet then headed on to amk hub to have lunch during which seet asked if i was free on monday. so i like said. "yea i think so! yay. can shop somemore" BUT THEN. i later realised i should have said "no im not free" so she'll accompany HIM alone. WAHAHHA. ok la. i think if i were her, i would feel awkward going out one-one with an opposite sex. so oh wells. ok, i'll tag along. since i havent found my shoes either.[and i can't go shopping for shoes today since 3 out of 5 toes had blister from yesterday.. but it was all worth it mans]

initially i was afraid that my mom would be upset that i went out again but i think it was the confirmation that i booked a test day that made the night outing possible. YAY. so i had dinner and met seet at 7.30 7.45pm. i had problem figuring out how to put eyeliner so it doesnt make me a panda when it smudges. i think i did it. YAY. just that i kinda broke part of my eyeliner in the process. maybe i should use less force while drawing next time.

our ingenious friend who gave my six choices of clubs to choose from when there was only one---she was dying to enter zouk, didnt know how to get there. YAR THANKS. so i had to sms my friend working there. alright. the "frankenstein" over the phone had bloody forgotten the bus number there -_-". so seet and i decided to abandon zouk for some other time[YES WE'RE GOING AGAIN] and choose between orchard's thumper and clark quay/boat quay. we sincerely wanted to avoid familiar faces so we headed for the later.

on the train, i found myself to be an irritant. seet says im too high, but i kept making noises and weird faces on the train... i was drunk without alcohol... maybe it was the milk.. it tasted bitter. i don't know why.

i think the ground on clark quay is cursed. the other [butterfactory] time i walked there i got blister.. and so is this time. i think they should install a travellator or something... so anyways, we were too early even though the sun has long set. we strolled brisked walk for 30 minutes before reaching the arena only to find the night to begin at 9.30pm. GREAT. and CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SEET WAS HURRYING ME TO WALK FASTER THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT??? gosh. she's that desperate for men clubs and their freeflow of drinks.

so we sat down at Macs for a drink before entering arena. OH. one of the bouncer is damn robust and tall. and his hair was mama cool. like like a strap of grass on a monk's head. just that the grass is black. HAH. we had a couple of glasses of sex on the beach [freeflow] and got REALLY BORED. cause there's no one dancing and neither is there anyone singing, just loudly music thumping and err.. lazer lights in a dark room that is definitely not suitable for mugging. haha. it was seet's lucky day or something where she met her polo friend. OK. CHIOBU-S MEET UP. in the mean time, i examined the surroundings, T-shaped elevated stage, high tables and chairs, couple of really tall angmohs.. some hot bods.. 1 guy in every 20 girls walking in... uh... BIG BAGS. LIKE BLOODY HELL WHY DO I HAVE TO HAND OVER MY BIG WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY SMALLER BUT SHE SHE AND SHE DOESNT???? then there was this group of 3 girls bouncing on the spot to the music. SELF-HIGHNESS. cause only they were bouncing. the word bounce used kinda literally. haha.

we took a few shots and left the place for some other clubs. and ta-dah. we stopped at gotham. seet calls it "got-tham" while i prefer the primitive method "got-ham". and i don't think we were drunk. yet. we sat at a corner seat behind a pillar cause seet wanted to avoid the same friend [she also translocated with her friends to many clubs]. there was a live band singing and playing. WOAH. ALL OF THEM ARE DAMN PRO. there was 2 female and 1 male singers. they could sing practically any song. and the guy, i applaud him for his wide vocal range with absolute accuracy in pitch and melody. damn high can.. i then see 4 teenage girls wriggling on the empty dance pool... hmmm. how fun. but the music was really luring so seet and i stood our grounds and shook on the spot after a few sips of soda-vodka. i swear it wasnt nice but o k la. drinkable.

the toilet at gotham was. AMAZING. the tap was a shower head. SERIOUSLY. and i thought it was auto. i thought la haha. only thing i could say was. WHY THE BLOODY MIRROR SO NARROW. people want to check eyeliner also cannot. after camwhoring a few disturbing shots outside the toilet, ok! we left.

we thought the cannery was a club. but it ends up that. the cannery is the entire block. and there is no MOS anymore.. even though my zouk friend said it had only changed its name to global underground... which i don't know where the hell it was. or is. it was the last club that night and time was running out.. uhh, we just picked a random club-looking doorway and asked the counter.."is it ladies night tonight?" yes and PHEWWWWWWWWWW OFF WE WENT.

seet got a shock when the floor when designed as a transparent box.. and a height-freakout, she had to hold my hand to get pass.. i was laughing like no body's business. and yay. finally there's people dancing in lunar. we immdiately joined the dance pool WITH OUR BAGS giaped at the shoulders and arms and started grooving to the music. hah. it was pure fun. then i started to see heads popping out from the second level. like OOOOH. that's how guys peek at people dancing worh.. so scheming. i had a gulp of lychee martini and NOT NICE DE. especially when i thought that anything sweet and alcoholic would be nice. eee. so anyway, back to dance pool for one last song and we had to go.

ALL HAIL TO SEET'S PAPA AND MAMA. they were always giving me a lift. haha. YAY. ok. all hail to seet too. aahah. yay. open air lorry ride on a wooden plank.. along the way, i was taken aback at how guys ask girls out.. seet and i were chatting and this black modified car happened to stop beside and wound down their windows.. i wonder if seet was really drunk or playing deaf or just deaf. the guys were asking if we wanted a ride[ah hem. seet's papa and mama were just in the air-con part of the lorry..] and obviously we turned down. please. people so tired and drunk i only had the energy to walk up to my unit, change, removed the partially removed eyeliner and drop dead on bed until 12pm this afternoon. and that's how i missed the liondanceouting-promshopping edition. then again, i can't really shop today since i cant fit my foot into any shoes without hurting the blisters on the toes..SO SORRY PEOPLE!

ok. this entry and very long and detailed and seet might just kill me for revealing so much details. haha. oh wells. time to get back to bed. im still sleepy.