plus qu’hier moins que demain

Under Duapailang’s, The Artist Formerly Known as LuvPhobia, orders and a promise to RN, I went down to CQ to meet up with them for some chillin’ after a full day of work. Our first stop was to The Arena [despite my violent objections that that is a boring place with bad music] where DPL got all psychotically excited about the prospect of meeting cute models. We left before the Models’ Night thingie started though, due to the terribly bad music ‘pure torture of sitting right in front of the stage and hearing the band sing cry “Mercy“‘ <- transliterated from DPL.

It was before the band came on stage when an overly-friendly guy approached us from nowhere and started chatting to us like old friends. :/ Not a good idea, buddy, since you’ve came to a table consisting of 2 anti-social females and 1 anti-touch male. DPL abandoned us a minute later [after the guy rubbed his hand on his back *evil laughter*] on the pretext of smoking, leaving RN and me to hold the fort [protecting our food and drinks which the guy was blatantly hinting about having]. It became a series of musical chairs events whereby we took turns to escape the convo, sabotaging that one person left with the guy.

We unconsciously displayed unity despite the broken-up conversations we had with the guy with the lies err. twisted truths we told separately [without knowing that the other two were lying too at that very moment]. My bad, such liars we were. I was Ashlynn, a music student, while RN told him her name was Wind and all of us met in International School. She was to be an art student. DPL became Charlene [??! I know you're my Best Female Friend but why such a girly metrosexual name??], an engineer who has just returned from a long stint in Japan and is learning violin. Oh dear, we were such bad people, bad bad people. I pity the poor guy.

But I’m really not comfy revealing things about myself to strangers I meet in a club, yosh.

Our second stop was to Gotham Penthouse which was playing amazingly good music, ‘but noone was dancing ‘cept the lone ranger in ‘Freddy of Elm’s Street’ wear doing his moves. And he is pretty good at it too!‘ [quote from DPL]. KM joined us later and the 4 of us couldn’t resist grooving to the great music on the dancefloor. The downside was that some time into the night, Mr BFF and I got a bit rough with each other [nothing naughty, hello], and we were childishly attempting to sabotage each other [ie; accidentally spilling drinks, pinching, pulling, whatevering] when he 1) pushed me so bl**dy hard that I fell to the ground and 2) yanked my hand so hard I felt a crac-kk [and that, my friends, was how I ended up with a bandaged right arm and is a leftie for these few days, but I still love him anyway and all of you should as well since he is such a nice sweet guy at most times]. Yikes, how embarrassing to 1) and how painful to 2). Shortly after the newbies Ed Edd Eddy, Cakie, Dowagr and DTTS arrived, I pleaded exhaustion and pain to retire for the night [thanks KM, for driving], leaving the rest to party til sunrise.

Just another quiet Saturday night out.

s t a r m | s t April 29th, 2008

• the barfly , the clubber