bleah

right now, i'm blogging in tutorial. the bloody wireless connection at home is down. again. anyway, last night i went to zouk with jon and png. while waiting for jon to arrive, png and i went to farasha's prata paradise, located somewhere around the posb atm. i clearly remembered ordering 3 kosong pratas, but the man delivered a plate that looked like it held three yellowish, cold, used, and very worn rags made of last year's kneaded dough. it would be an understatement to say that i was devastatingly disappointed, but i didn't want to booze on an empty stomach, and so i painfully stuffed myself the pieces of rag. i could almost imagine the teardrops that flowed down my cheek with every chew and swallow.

once we got in, we saw freddie and his buddies rocking the dancefloor, as usual, with not-so-original para para moves that are symbolic of mambo jambo night. freddie, you might not read this, but hey, all the best with your new phase of life come friday. we'll all miss you. =)

i was spacing out alone at a corner, and towards the end of the night, a drunk malaysian girl plopped herself beside me. i shifted away from her as she planted her face on the bartop, but she inched closer to me. so i shifted a bit further away, and still she kept inching nearer, until i gave up avoiding her. she moved into touching distance, pulled the sleeve of my shirt and asked, with the other hand muffling her mouth, half-gagging, if i had any tissue. immediately sensing the danger of getting drenched in a stranger's half-digested dinner, my instincts alerted myself to instantaneously swing at her a packet of tissue paper and an empty jug that was lying around. she swiped both items with a fluid motion of her hands, then momentarily stared into the bottom of the jug, before flushing it with a preliminary semi-liquid tide of orangey stuff that resembled a mash of nasi briyani and stomach acid. her friends, who were obliviously dancing, aided her to the restroom, while i was left blank-eyed at the grotesque scene.

a few minutes passed, and the malaysian girl re-approached me, visibly after washing up. we had a conversation which stemmed a few laughs and giggles, and it didn't take too long before numbers were exchanged. then moments before leaving, she smooched me on the cheek. i was initially caught by surprise, followed by flashbacks of the orange goo she unleashed earlier, and that prompted me to retreat a few steps, embarrassed and disconcerted. yuck.