So Insane

Last week was a whirlpool of insanity. Though the focus was nothing about my studies (which I hope can officially end and I hope I get my honors), I was dealing a hectic week with kids. All I could think of last week was to teach and teach and teach. Play came into the picture on Friday with a really screwed up graduation dinner - thankfully it cost only $10.

The crazy and wild part came when the band of brothers (which includes Ben, BQ and me) clubbed with the notorious hot chick.

She's hot in a pretty turquoise dress that showed cleavage. Woot!!!

My girlfriend was trying hard to restraint me - from doing some strip teasing dance with hot chick - but she failed. In the end, I was dancing, grinding my groin and acting like a wild child to the retro beat at MoS. We were at Zouk initially but decided to switch because no one likes the music there (for that night only). Girlfriend was pissed (even her friend who thinks I'm the boy - next - door type was shocked by my antics) but the guys don't think I'm wild enough. She got more pissed when I followed her and hot chick to the toilet and peed in there.

Verdict: I'll try harder so as to make sure everyone has fun again!!! I don't like people sitting down in a club and just stone. We should enjoy ourselves and it's the best time to let loose and be crazy.

Anyway, I say hot chick danced well. And I think it turns me on when I see my girlfriend and hot chick danced together. I think it was a battle of who danced better. I don't know when is the next clubbing session but Ms Joselyn, you better join us! I'll be waiting for you to spank my flat butt. I think it's a pity cause it won't shake much but I hope the slapping sounds will turn you on.

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I just happened to read JR's blog. Hey, I didn't know you got yourself into an accident. Hope you're feeling better now =)

Never tell me, so I can visit you at the hospital. Actually, I just want to see some pretty nurses there.

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After the never ending tuition, the dreaded FYP presentation (phew, I managed to make my examiner laugh out and enjoy the session by putting my spastic pictures in the slides), I had a good meal with my bitches. Though it was a simple fare of sandwiches. wedges and banana smoothie, it was the mudpie that made me happy. I only support mudpies from two places only and this is from one of my favorites (it's cheaper than NYDC's too).

I didn't know I spent so much from getting clothes for my presentation, the clubbing sessions to the meals with my bitches. So I think I should get a job to sustain my extravagant lifestyle.

And I thought I could be a bummer. I'd loved to bum around but bumming still requires money and I'm not born with a silver spoon. I don't blame my parents - at least they thought me to be contented with what I have now.

A proper home, a big wonderful, caring family (a great chef - my mom - included), brothers to squabble with, etc...

What more can I ask for?