Clubbie

Yesterday,

it was clubbing

with Xin and Jiaying!
I'm really glad that I was part of xin's first clubbing experience.

She dedicated her First-Time to me !

Alright, we went down to Powerhouse and as expected, it was as crowded as usual.
We drank, took some photos, and headed down to the dance floor.



Yep. The dance floor was horribly packed, but I still enjoyed cause it was the first time I danced with xin. I felt really excited.



Not long after, I coincidentally met Daniel on the dance floor so we danced together.
It's always better to have a guy around, it's much safer for the three of us afterall.

I think Daniel is really cute. *coy smile* HAHA. Okay. Stop it Grace.

Okay, moving on.

It just got unbearably stuffy and warm on the dance floor and I just wanna make my exit. So I told xin and Jiaying to get out to take a breather.




While we were outside, there was this group of guys approached us and invited us over to Rebel.

Free cover charge, free drinks, free cab fare. We've got nothing to lose anyway.

What's more the dance floor at Power House was too crowded, and we barely have a place at the bar.

Actually, I was having second thoughts when we were heading back to our locker to get our stuff. Well, cause Daniel was still in Power House, and it was like not quite right for three girls to leave with these strangers.

But those guys followed us to the locker just to make sure we won't ditch them. So after we took our stuff, xin and Jiaying went to the washroom, while I went over to Daniel to let him know we were leaving.


Well, Daniel seemed kinda shocked (most probably at our absurdity) and worried when I said we were leaving with some strangers so he decided to tag along.

I was pretty surprised that he was willing to leave Power House and get down to Rebel with us. Cause I first knew him at the club a few weeks before, and we've only talked a couple of times on facebook.

I mean he really wasn't oblige to give a damn about us.

But he's just being really nice and kind enough to be concerned bout our safety.
AWW~ SO TOUCHED~~ HAHA.

Okay, I seriously don't wanna elaborate on the Rebel part.

However, xin and I were glad that Daniel went along with us cause he was protective of us and a great fun.

Overall, Rebel still sucked big time and I'll never ever go Rebel again. Period.

BYEEEE!!

I'm a downright self-centred person sometimes.


If you don't tell, I assume.

If you don't give, I take.

If you don't ask, I announce.


If you don't like me, I bitch slap you, and kill your mother.

Long Time No See, Laughter...

I felt rather light-hearted today as compared to all other days.

I don't know. School hasn't been great.

Politics and unnecessary pressure are really suffocating me right up to my windpipe.

I'm so sick of pretending to be a PR person.

I have always been someone who enjoys laughing, to the extent of choking on my own breath.

But recently, I kind of lost my true self along the way.

I couldn't make myself laugh as heartily as before. I find it hard to even squeeze a grin out of me.

Being unable to let out a genuine good laugh from the bottom of my heart, is just like not being able to let out a big fat juicy fart during a date with a cute guy.

I wanted to let it out SOO much.
I just wanna relax the muscles around asshole and eject the god damn gush of stinky air outta my god damn butt.
However,

Brain says "Yes"

Body says "Hell NO".

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Today was really consoling for me..

Though I was laughing at some fucking lame and stupid stuff all the way,

but I finally let out my long-lost laughter.

I don't ask for much.

I just need small little things to lighten my mood, cheer on my spirits.

I know everything may revert back to the usual way tomorrow,

I may have to bid goodbye to my crazy laughter again.

But I'm still glad to be able to hear from you today,

my dear Laughter.

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Perception

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Are you pretty or are you ugly?

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I think you're

PRETTY UGLY.

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Am I awful or am I beautiful?

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I think I'm

AWFULLY BEAUTIFUL.

I just wanna...

Find a decent man

and get married.

I just can't keep my mouth SHUT.

HEART ATTACK !!!!

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You make my heart goes..

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ping! pang! piang! king! ching! chang! chiang! kang! bang! bong! bing! lang! pong! kong! dong! ding! dang! ting! tang! tong! tiang! ling! long! liang! shing! shang! shong! shiang!

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KA-BOOOM!

HO HO ! I LOVE ME !

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I don't understand why would some people get bothered and upset about things that

DOESN'T EVEN CONCERN THEM

in the first place.

Hello? It's not as though I slapped your mother and shoved a watermelon right up your daddy's ass hole.

HEY~? I'm just doing my thing, having MY OWN life.

Come on. It's NOT as though you reallyyyyy fucking cared about me.
Or concerned about my life being side-track..
Just a reminder, we're so NOT close, don't let your imagination get the better of you, pathetic slut.

You know what?
You're just unhappy that people do not behave according to your idealistic oh-so-organised manner. If everybody behaves like you, the human race would never discover colours or sex..


You call that ideal? I call that fucking big time lifeless, you biatch.

For you information, you little IGNORANT whore, I, Grace Ooi, DO NOT waste my precious bimbotic time trying to get on the right side of you.

You.. simply.do.not.deserve.it...

Cause you're NEITHER rich, NOR pretty, LIKE ME! =)


Tell me, where would brains and god damn hardwork get you?
I've got a rich daddy, and NOTHING to worry.

You simply make me GUFFAW HARD AT YOUR STUPIDITY.

What? Am I hearing something?

Oohh... Me more fortunate?? UH HUH! You finally know our difference.

We're from two diferent world. So stay out of my bloody business, if you don't mind..

Go ahead, slog the shit out of your worthless ass.

You can always come be my part-time maid when you wake up from your big idea.
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BORED

If I were a boy,
Even just for a day
I'd roll out of bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted and go
Drink beer with the guys
And chase after girls

Then book in back to camp.

HAHA.

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Don't fall for someone,
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who's not willing to catch you.

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PowerHouse

It was

PowerHouse

with Shi Wei last Saturday.

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Shiwei's friend, Zhuo Feng, drove us there. We had quite a hard time deciding between PowerHouse or Clark Quay. But her friend was already on the route to Harbour Front so we settled for PowerHouse.

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It wasn't a bad decision anyway.

We had quite alot of fun, but it would definitely be better

if weird, corny and freaky guys could stop spoiling my night on the dance floor.

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However, we did met a couple of nice people though.

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Tommy and the guys also went to PowerHouse to clear his balance bottle.

But due to some hiccups, they didn't went in eventually.

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But I guessed things became pretty unhappy between them after that.

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Met Iris on the dance floor. =)

Shiwei didn't bring her camera to the dance floor cause it's just too bulky

So there wasn't much pictures. Pictures were grabbed from Shiwei's and Iris's blog.

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Bye.

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Race. Racist. Racism.

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I've watched Russell Peters's clips for like 2 hours straight.

Darn. This guy is god damn hilarious.

I am fucking envious by the fact that he could just bask in racism and gets away with it.

Talking about racism. Racism is fine with me. It's normal.
Some dislike japanese, while others detest the ang mohs, at the same time there are few who hate the shit out of idk....Malagasy? (people of Madagascar)

It's in me, it's in you, it's practically in everyone, be it expressed or suppressed.

However, I have always been disturbed by institutionalized racism. It's just not right.

Especially the police, they're BY RIGHT the enforcers of law. Yet we still see/heard about cases of white cops hitting the motherfucking shit of the blacks during an arrest in the States, or like police officer screaming at this particular Banglah when everyone else is jaywalking too, during Christmas at Orchard.

In every society, there's always a certain race that will be ostracised, in most cases, skin colour is the key factor.

An ang moh smiles at you, and you think, "My GOD. He's charming."

A Bangla smiles at you, and you think,

"AIYAA! HE'S GONNA BLOODY RAPE ME! "

This is how unfair life can get at times.

Subconsciously, we've allowed our skin colour to determine our level of superiority in the human hierarchy.

The darkest skin tone usually falls under the pariah group. That's sad..

Come on, be fair. It's not as though my parents could pray to God each night, " Oh god, let me have an Indian baby. I had two chinese ones already.. "

You do know there's no room for bargain, chinese begets chinese. Period.

I admit I was erroneously conceptualised by my parents since young. They tend to portray horrifying image of Indians to me. Telling me how they're gonna come up from the mama shop below, catch me and sell me away if I were to continue wailing.

As i grew up, my parents started to change the scenario, telling me how dangerous it was to walk past the construction site if I were to return home late. It's as though only banglahs have dicks and sexual needs. I swear I'll marry one then.

That's stereotype. And that's mean.

We're all human of equal rights despite the fact the inevitable presence of institutionalized racism.

I may sound contradicting and so not convincing cause I once commented on how disgustingly irritating my ex-Indian project mates were. Bur that's not considered as racism. It's kinda subjective.

Moreover, people do change.

I may hate the goddamn shit

out of them the next time I blog.

Who cares.

Your Evil Blogger

Once upon a time, not too long ago.

There lived a group of readers who often reads stuff written by a perfect little girl, Grace.

One day, they died.
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The End..

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No lah. Just kidding.

Clubbing Clubbie

Yesterday was a pretty long day for me.

Went to lot one to have my hair trimmed, then make my way down to zL's house to see my mormor.

After that, I've to rush home to get myself prepared and headed down to lot one to meet zL to go St James together.

Went to meet nigg and others and off to Vivo to have dinner first before going into St James.

My mood was totally dampened when I got stuck outside the club for 20 mins due to whatever problem with the guest list. Big time turn off: No.1 .

Finally I got into the club, guess what's next?

Our sits were all filled up with all the Toms, Dicks and Harrys. If I'm not wrong, they even drank one of our two bottles. Big time turn off: No. 2 .

Everyone started to get really pissed and went out to the bar outside. So I ended up standing by the bar for more than almost hour, IN HEELS and A PRETTY DRESS.
Big time turn off: No.3 .

WHAT THE FUCK.

Now what?

The god damn torturous dance floor.

I've finally understand how a sardine feels.

It feels like a sardine.

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The worst part was the trip to the toilet.

zL, Wz went to the toilet and I followed them and waited outside..

Oh my guan yin ma. Those people squeeze like there's no tomorrow. If there was a fire, it's over for the entire club.

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On the way out of the toilet area I was holding on to zL for my dear life. Those people are nuts I swear.

Don't they know that humans are INCOMPRESSIBLE.

STOP SQUEEZING LAH BODOH.

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As for the aftermath of all the crazy squeezing, Wz got bitten by some crazy girl in the club and I got crushed against the railings, leaving me with a painfully bruised butt. Big time turn off: No. 4

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It's Saturday, it's public holiday, and it's the end of exams for many Uni students.

Fuck you to whoever who arranged that. Fuck you hard.

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I was starting to get really tired out by all the shit already and my legs were aching, threatening to give way at any point of time.

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Finally they decided to switch over to Arena. Aww. There's no place like home.

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At least we'll get to sit down and are more familiar with that place.

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What's more. I can get to see JackPott. He's cute.

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I totally love the dance floor in Arena. Especially when there're unique people with unique dances. LOVE IT.

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I must admit it was kinda boring for idk what reason. Maybe everyone was quite reserved and nobody seemed to enjoy dancing idk why. It could also be due to we didn't really drink enough to get high.

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Or perhaps my dance partner Crystal wasn't there. She's the only one who will go crazy and get sky high on the dance floor with me.

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However, it was still an experience. Look on the bright side, at least nobody threw up.

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hai..

I also want big neh neh. . .

HELP

Grace is feeling

really nasty now.

There are many things running through her mind
but grinded to a halt at the tip of the tongue.


She wants to bitch about a particular religion.

She wants to bitch about a particular race.

She wants to bitch about a particular country.

She wants to bitch about a particular institution.

She wants to bitch about a particular person.


Too Bad. She wants to avoid trouble.

She is suffering BADLY

from verbal constipation.

Grace is so cute

It's another day out

with Ying !

*Three Cheers!*

Headed to Cine for dinner.

FAMISHED.

I don't know why on earth did the manager of the cafe treat us so well.

But we just politely accept his gesture of goodwill.

OH. Before I forgot.

I must tell you how pathetic was that cheena bitch sitting beside me.

I'm not going to criticise about her ching-chang-chong accent.

I don't have issues with that.

It's acceptable if she wants to adore gorgeous me.

It's understandable if she chooses to steal glances at mesmerizing me.
It's comprehensible if she decides to peep at lovely me.

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BUT YOU DON'T TURN 90 DEGREES

AND STARE STRAIGHT AT ME

FOR A GOOD TEN MINUTES.

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OEI ! SHEN JING BING AR !

KAN WHAT KAN. NEVER KAN BEFORE AR!

MAYBE YOUR BOYFRIEND KEEP OOGLE AT ME.

BUT TOO BAD SWINE FACE.

STARING AT ME DOESN'T MIRACULOUSLY

MAKE ME FUGLY LIKE YOU,

NEITHER DOES IT MAKES YOUR DISGUSTING

BULGING SNOUT DISAPPEAR

FROM YOUR HIDEOUS FACE.

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After our satisfactory dinner, we headed down to Clarke Quay to chill out.

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Doesn't she look simply

GORGEOUS !

From the above picture,

you can infer that we went to

Fashion Bar.

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I am so glad she invaded my life 10 years back.

I thank guan yin ma for everything.

We started off as arch enemies, and I've tried all means to make her life miserable in the past.

Life's pretty ironic.

Nothing is predictable.

BYE READERS.

Clubbie

Some photos at

Butter Factory

Look at little-good-girl (Me!).

I didn't drink that's why my face wasn't flushed.















Look at my CMI face.

I was god damn tired.
I don't understand how they could dance the whole night.

Is that a sign of ageing?!

FUCK!!!!!!

These are some of the more acceptable photos.

I don't know which motherfucking dullard took so many of my VERY-not-glamourous photos.

Fuck you .

Hi chioness.

I wear my very chio mask

everywhere I go.

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Why?

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Cause it's chio.

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Luck is NOT on my side

Yesterday wasn't a great day for me.
I left house with Dawn at around 11 plus and took cab together.

She went to Dbl O with Simba and friends while I headed off to Butter Factory to look for Yikai.

It was kinda weird cause I didn't really know the people there, and worse thing is..

WE WERE IN THE GOD DAMN ELECTRO ROOM. I simply couldn't stand the music there.
COME ON! RNB ROCKS THE HOUSE.

There was this waiter who came over and passed me a coaster with his number written on and a rose made out of serviette. Dork-y.


After we left the butter fac, they wanted to go over to some Thai club.
No thanks.
I don't dance to Thai music.

It was raining cats and dogs with intimidating thunder and lightning. Shucks. Have to brave the rain and walk the some Mcdonald's which is fucking far. Yikai took off his outer shirt and let me take shelter under it. How nice. But I still look like a big time idiot with a shirt over me.

When we reached Mac, I received a few calls from Simba. He was sobbing away and his speech wasn't clear. I started to get really worried and ask him to put Dawn to the phone. Dawn's phone was with him, but she wasn't .

Dawn and I were supposed to meet up and cab home together after clubbing but I guessed some things went really wrong over at her side. So I cabbed down to Dbl O.

I was really lost. Cause it was freaking deserted and I wasn't familiar with Mhmd Sultan.
Furthermore, she doesn't have her cell phone with her at that point of time.

I was fucking worried about her and started running all over looking for her, IN MY HEELS and IN THE RAIN. I felt so helpless. I wanted to call someone for help, but I don't know who to turn to. I don't have anyone there for me, nobody would bother to entertain me at that hour.

I hate the way those stupid drama series plot mislead us, making us feel that it's fucking easy for the male lead to find the female lead despite the fact that the female lead migrates to Jupiter.


Finally I found her, it really wasn't easy.
She ran and hugged me, crying like a helpless kid. After some throwing up and crying, I managed to drag her home.

I really hate taking care of drunkards. They make me feel so helpless. She sat on a random patch of grass below our block and started throwing up, AGAIN.

After much effort, I finally got her up the lift and reached home safely.

God damn it.
What could be worse. I strained my calf muscle. P-A-I-N !