Oh grt. Now they've changed the formatting thingy for blogging. Gotta get used to it... & *arched eyebrow* there's actually DUST on my black keyboard! & I'm typing slower than usual... too long no blog.

From the last time I blogged til now, life's been alright. Stagnant. Nothing promising for the future. As usual. But who farking cares =P

Got a msg from Celeste abt her fren's (Stephie) 17th bdae retro/hippie-themed party, a butch whom I noe from her Xmas party last yr (If anyone remembered, I mentioned it in a really-long-time-ago blog.) The rest of the family's gonna be there of course, save for a few w prior commitments. Pretty excited abt seeing the gang of them again. & here's when my retro-style, more-new-than-old bikini came in handy =P Went early to help Celeste as door-bitch... which wasnt that much of a favour cos I wasnt anywhere near the door, but watever.

Mostly 17 yr olds there at ECP's Costa Sands, other than Celeste's family (who're definitely more my type of hang-out ppl) In between waiting for the rest of the gang to turn up, munching, drinking non-alcoholic fluids, talking, more waiting, more nibbling, the $250 DJ came & set up his shit. Cool. But no one's dancin' yet cos no booze... yet. Bartender's yet to show her face. & after the long wait w the kids *I say kids cos they ARE behaving like kids* demanding for booze to be served (poor Celeste had to make vodka-7-up for the time-being), BT finally turned up & showed us wat she's got.

Downed Bailey's *to be slowly savoured, NOT downed in my opinion*, Bombay Sapphire *which literally burned my throat*, more vodka. High, but not THAT high. & I got a farking rash from that evening primrose oil capsule I swallowed earlier on that day. Fark. & THERE'S NO AIRCON on the 1st level, only the room above. & the windows there are NAILED/WEDGED shut. Fark. So there u have it, about 10 ppl max in the room gettin' jiggy with it, perspiration all over their hot *literally lah* bodies, systems running high on alcohol. Of course, & the in-between breaks where we're running out the backdoor to get some much-needed relief & refuge from the sauna inside. Some have their tops off, me included. (Fark man, damn zhua... I didnt wan to but it reached the point where if I dont take off that 3/4 sleeved shirt, I'll look ridiculous there.)

& then the most yi-xiang-bu-dao-de-shi happened. There's this grl whom I think was really REALLY high... TOO high, I shd say. K I'll stop here. Cos I didnt noe how to put it. But let's just say that I wont do wat I did if I'm farking sober & cool-in-the-head. But oh well, no harm done.

Poor Celeste had to clear up all the crap, together with the rest of the Puke Unit. U see another example of the family spirit there... Silently helping... Then leaving quietly after the event...

Haiz... K. Ending here. Damn long blog after such a long time... justified hahaha... Tata ppl. Take care.