its night and i'm still hungover.

gotham sucked. despite raving reviews from friends, yours truly was horribly disappointed. all chicks, no guys, horrible R&B, no one dancing, bartenders with blonde hair who speaks chinese, long queues of alkie-thirsty chicks. you go figure. mimi and i were so bored with our 5-7 shots we asked one of the ahbeng bartenders what was their most deadly concoction. his reply: 3 wisemen - jack daniels + jim beam + tequila. so it was on. $14 per shot - for something which tasted highly unpleasant but had the desired effect. in our moment of craziness, at 12.10am, we hopped on a cab to Mohd Sultan, our much-loved cheekymonkey. for a cover charge of $10, it's hell worth it. more shots, more drinks and you got me on the podium pole-dancing. yes. horrors. but dammit, i love poles. *winks*

hooked up with this awfully cute guy. at first glance, pple think he's chinese. but his accent gives him away, he is malay. i caught almost every detail of us other than his name. yes, his f.name! ooo, details i shan't go into here but only mark bro knows about. haha. he's really boyishly cute. sighs....... i'm missing him already. by the time mimi and i stumbled out, mimi was a tad too gone to take a cab home alone. so i bundled her into a cab, got the cabbie to drop her off first and then myself. the cab fare amounted to a neat $26. sigh!!

got home feeling awful. too much drinks. tsktsk. had a really haphazard shower because i cldn't coordinate properly but refuse to go to bed smelling of smoke. woke up at 8.50 am feeling worse for wear, a major migrain + the urge to puke. manage to settle back into some fitful sleep. when i got up, had lunch and went off to meet xing at the club. wanted to nua at the jacuzzi. weighed myself too - the xmas season + alcohol isn't doing any favours. when walking out of keppel, this car stopped and the windows rolled down. this guy, whom i discovered is called shao, offered us a lift which i'd graciously accept - reason being coz i was still feeling stoned/hungover. his friends in the merc behind his car were total prats, calling his passenger (also his friend) asking whats up with shao picking up chicks. shao was heard it and said "whats wrong with giving strangers a lift out?" seriously, it made sense right. he was just doing a good deed. and yeah, his passenger friend was like telling shao "don't tell _____ [shao's gf]" i was just thinking. if his gf can't appreciate him doing a good deed and breaks up with him, damn, i'm snagging him! he's got such a kind heart.

because of him. when i was walking to the bus stop at outram to catch a bus, i decided to give blood. like yeah, donate. what the hell right? i've been thinking about it for ages but really lacked the guts to do it - afterall i hate needles. but since shao's good deed, well i thought it was fit for me to return the favour to someone else who needs the blood. not only did i find out i've got good haemoglobin count for a female, my veins were ideal for "blood extraction". so i donated. i got over the fear quickly enough and damn, i do feel good about it. thanks to shao, whoever he is, for showing such kindness, despite having such prats as friends and an unhelpful gf. i think if it wasn't for him, i wldn't have put into action my blood donation thought. still got the pretty pink banage around my arm.

i'm feeling quite spaced out/weak now. its really the hangover effect, now coupled with the blood loss. but the nurse said i shld be up and running by tmr morning, given my current body fitness (in terms of health, not shape! hahaha.) came home and loaded up on proteins and liquid. thats what the nurse said i shld be doing. so yeps.... gonna sleep soon. thought i'll blog about it first before my dodgy memory erases it. till then, everyone take loadsa care alright! what an eventful week. =)