UGH. I don't know why my body's itching like crazy. Past few days, my body's been making my fingers really busy and my whole scalp itches like fuck. Imagine if I've got some serious case of dandruff, woah, Snow City.
First of, let's start with the party that I attended on Saturday.
Wow. I could almost say that I was at a party with Paris Hilton. Exclude the paparazzi and major booze.
There were alot of skins, ALMOST boob spillage, short skirts, low tops, long hair, flashes of light from the constant clicking of camera.
It's one of the moments where you should savour because you might never get to experience the feeling of highest level of awkwardness. Okay, dramatising much but the idea is there.
All the girls were all Pantsy Hilton-sy, Sienna Mole-ish, Lindsay Hohan-ish, with all the chinese opera make-up, low-cut tops (and I mean DAMN low okay, probably 2 inch close to revealing her nippies) and killer heels.
Imagine me, feeling so out of place with my Converse sneakers and vintage dress that I bought off in a flea market. Talk about awkward right?
So the entire time, I was just watching some lousy acting on the plasma TV with Bollywood actors running about in their saris, prancing around the grass fields filled with million other back-up dancers, still in their saris.
I only had 1/12 of a pita-bread for dinner (and I'm not joking about it). Oh, and a slice of the birthday cake which D told me, cost a whopping S$105 for flour, butter and sugar. Now I remember why I want to the next Nigella Lawson.
I tried to escape by going down for a breather with D since I desperately didn't want to be in a room filled with a whole bunch of people I didn't know but D said it's rude (spoiler) so I had to drag myself back upstairs, and continue with the demure little smile, baring a little teeth now and then to show that I'm interested when all I wanted to do is just to get the fuck out of there.
Met only 2 SANE girls there who scoffed quietly when they all the Singaporean Paris Hilton-s taking endless amount of pictures with their heads tilted a certain degree to the side. Thank god for that, somehow I felt kind of comforted to know that I wasn't the only one who is feeling preeeetty uncomfortable with the party and just couldn't wait to get the hell out of the birthday party.
Imagine my joy when everyone mentioned that 3 special words which I never thought I would hear.
'MAKE A MOVE'
I wanted to run down the streets of Clarke Quay and hi-five everyone! But you know, cannot spoil image right, so just act pretty lor.
HAHAH, where the fuck did that come from.
Okay, I'm close to fainting from fatigue. Don't know why I'm so tired nowadays. Oh, actually I know why. Tsunami's coming. UGH.
I wanna say thank the lord and curse at the same time. Bye bye!
