Crystal's chocolate fondue party at Sandfield yesterday made me realize how much i miss living there. The effortless camaraderie, mindless banter, playful flirting, endless parties. I miss meeting new people with interesting lives. Instead of talking to fellow singaporean law undergrads about training contracts and masters degrees, i met canadian music producers, russian fathers, swiss english exchange students, portugese who like BOH tea and just generally fun party-loving people.
some of these people came to my birthday party in october, and they were wondering whether there was any tension between my housemates and i. and you know why? it's because they were holed up in their rooms while my friends and i were in the living rooms. That's just something that wouldnt happen back in Sandfield. Crystal would have popped in and said 'LAH' in their faces (albeit offensive, but nevertheless), Christina and Mo would have made an effort to get to know my friends.
while trekking back to angel at 5am in the morning, it struck me. It's so different now. No more party crashers, drunken bashes, and all in all, good fun.
i had a wonderful year in that flat. i want that year back.
long awaited post is finally here. haha like im so popular wtf. but yeaaaaano. Instead of a super big bash like last year, i had a small intimate party for the people i loved. because next year i'll have a super big bash for the people i love :) im not kidding. next year's is going to be awesommmmee. you will have to beg me for invites because thats how awesome its going to be!
but yes back to small intimate party. small intimate party, but still involving drinking. :D
but we're all seriously a bunch of alcoholics. and they all know me so well, because for the second year in a row, they got me something to do with alcohol. last year they got me a hipflask, which is still the most useful present ever, and this year, they got me beermat drinking games which are cool but i will never use cause i dont want to dirty them with puke. and also glow in the dark shot glasses. but who the fuck drinks in the dark. im not a sad loser. but still i love the presents guys. oh yes, and my ucl mates gave me the next best thing. money hahhaa. albeit it was money to help pay for the leather coat that i wanted from bershka. but ytd i went looking for it and it wasnt there anymore booohooo. :(
anyway, we played circle of fire/ring of death. yenne was pretty reluctant to play. 'why cant we just drink' remind me to fav fb quote that wtf lol.
the boys, pussies that they are started diluting their drinks halfway through the game. power to the girls. shots all the way. the last card was a number 4 card, which they tricked me into thinking i had to drink 4 shots by myself, when in fact i could have assigned 4 shots to other people. Just cause i wasnt paying attention, i downed 4 shots of whisky which was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. but yes i secretly loved it :)
props to sam, especially. that nasty red thing she was drinking contained 2 tequila shots, 2 whisky shots and cranberry juice. nasty. but again, she poured most of that in herself. so dai sei actually. this was right before we smoked weed outside. so by then the combination left her pretty fucked up.
alcoholics un-anonymous hahaha.
Housemates :) Most of the time they were in cheryl's room though. sigh what to do. im no longer living with ang mohs. and i miss that.
All of us. i remembered the cake this year :)
After most of them left, Roman and Alejandro and his sister came. so we made our way to the club where after dancing for what i thought was half an hour or so ( but apparently it was for 2 hours), i left the club by myself because i didnt want to club anymore and didnt tell anbody. yes i know so rebellious haha. i did call aizad a while later to let him know i was heading home though. not totally irresponsible. but he made me wait for him so he could take me home. which i could have done myself by stumbling home slowly. but yes, after that i conked out and was dead to the world. which i still think was rather admirable seeing i had 20 shots.
Next day's breakfast at S&M cafe was good. traditional british brekkie always good after a night's drinking.
and that's how i celebrated by entry into the second decade of my life.
next year will be awesome.
Here's a hint of whats to come -
http://malaysiamalestripper.blog.com/------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Edna had her birthday in London on Nov 14. So after clubbing the day before at Sway with the usual alcoholics, i went out the next day.
Dinner was at Rasa Sayang, some malaysian restaurant in chinatown that was pretty good. the manager was the manager at Noodle Inn, which has since changed names to Noodle Oodle, and she has a really good memory. She remembered me from working at Noodle Inn for 1hr and a half wtf because i decided not to work there cause the pay was 3 pounds per hour. yes i know wtf.
But after, we went to Soho, with the queen of Soho. i say this because Edna's friend Maria seemed to know all the bouncers and bosses of the gay clubs in Soho. We went in to clubs without paying for entry, drank shots specially concocted by bartenders, and watched her schmooze with bosses and djs. amazing. i want to be like that when i grow up.
pretty good night. with random people coming up and taking photos with us. mostly cause gay men wanted to know where we got our minnie mouse glowstick headbands.
lots of 'fabulous'-es 'darlings' and other gay words. random man, me, maria (queen of soho) and edna
The first club we went to. which was slighlty creepy cause they had barbie dolls stuck to the ceilings, and trolls in another part of the club. oh and also a random fish bowl (complete with fish nonetheless)
Special shots that edna bought for us after Maria schmoozed with the bartenders. Till now i dont know what it was. but tasted pretty good. like much more alcoholic ribena.
prop that eddy got after some man/woman swapped his glowstick specs and minnie headband for this. mo should be afraid. very afraid. sigh i miss mo. i digress -
mo sent me an email the other day saying
guess what, turning chinese by the day. what have you done to me? just this week i started taking pics of my lovely tuna&dill soup, in a packed poshy restaurant - my finnish friend was shocked, and then it hit me: THIS IS NOT NORMAL!oh well, i know i've caught the bug as last night i was looking at restaurants with nice finnish food, found one and looked at the menu (like you, for 30 mins) then didn't decide what i want and asked eddy what he would pick (like you ask others what sounds better)hope this will not degenerate into other chloe-like things, i need to keep my individuality you know :)))))))))))))awwwwww. i miss mo and her snarky comments!
ok back to the post.
all of us at the club called the edge. club that we went to instead of G-A-Y because it was qwuite obvious that some of the guys were quite uncomfortable in gay clubs. apparently this was less hardcore compared to G-A-Y. and definitely less hardcore compared to the village ( the club beside the barbie doll club) which had thong-wearing guys dancing on poles.
but yes. i love Gay clubs now. they are my new go to spot. because music is great ( classy cheesy music like kung fu fighting, which is good after you are drunk, gay anthems like a little respect, which i love, and also good R&B), they have poles, and blinking disco floor lights.
oh and because their djs look like this.
the boys, pussies that they are started diluting their drinks halfway through the game. power to the girls. shots all the way. the last card was a number 4 card, which they tricked me into thinking i had to drink 4 shots by myself, when in fact i could have assigned 4 shots to other people. Just cause i wasnt paying attention, i downed 4 shots of whisky which was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. but yes i secretly loved it :)
props to sam, especially. that nasty red thing she was drinking contained 2 tequila shots, 2 whisky shots and cranberry juice. nasty. but again, she poured most of that in herself. so dai sei actually. this was right before we smoked weed outside. so by then the combination left her pretty fucked up.
alcoholics un-anonymous hahaha.
All of us. i remembered the cake this year :)
lots of 'fabulous'-es 'darlings' and other gay words. random man, me, maria (queen of soho) and edna
The first club we went to. which was slighlty creepy cause they had barbie dolls stuck to the ceilings, and trolls in another part of the club. oh and also a random fish bowl (complete with fish nonetheless)
Special shots that edna bought for us after Maria schmoozed with the bartenders. Till now i dont know what it was. but tasted pretty good. like much more alcoholic ribena.
prop that eddy got after some man/woman swapped his glowstick specs and minnie headband for this. mo should be afraid. very afraid. sigh i miss mo. i digress -
all of us at the club called the edge. club that we went to instead of G-A-Y because it was qwuite obvious that some of the guys were quite uncomfortable in gay clubs. apparently this was less hardcore compared to G-A-Y. and definitely less hardcore compared to the village ( the club beside the barbie doll club) which had thong-wearing guys dancing on poles.