Sunday, February 19


Cool, this is my 501th post. That's... incredible.

It's been a great weekend right after all my irritating quizzes. Had a record of 3 quizzes the pask week, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna do quite badly for all of them. Ah, whatever. The main point of this blog is that I had a lot of fun this weekend. Time passes pretty fast, but when I look back, if feels as though I had a weekful of entertainment. Not bad.

Friday night was club night. What we all thought was an SCBE bash turned out to be an engineering bash. Yeah, we were kinda cheated, but well, almost our whole class turned up, so we made up the CBE batch going wild. I seriously think we have the most fun class in CBE, so I really enjoy chiong-ing with them. Lots of booze, lots of music, I was feeling quite high after about half a glass of vodka ribena. (I know, a lot of people tell me I suck, even I know I suck. I just can't drink for nuts. I'll further prove my point later.) The guys went out before the fun started to get themselves drunk on neat vodka. Quite clever actually, you save about 3 to 4 times opening a bottle outside the club rather than inside, and the end result is still the same -- you get drunk, you get high.

And when you get high, you start heading for the dance floor, and then the podium. I think we were smarter, head for the podium before everyone else does, and you get the maximum attention with minimum effort. Cool eh? Lol. Before we knew what was happening, everyone was on the podium doing their moves. I think that night the podium was mainly C26's. Everytime you turn to look up, you will spot at least 1 of the C26ers there dancing.

I survived until about 1.45am before we decided to head out to take a breather and have some non-alcoholic drinks to clear our heads. Not a wise choice. Came back feeling a lot worse. Headed out to the dance floor before I coming back with a headache, and started to puke all over the place. Literally. The path I took to the toilet was lined with my puke. Amazingly, the moment I crouched in front of the toilet bowl I stopped throwing out stuff. But I still had the helluva headache. Regurgitated the remnants in my stomach before I concussed for the night. I know I didn't drink much. What, the most 1.5 x vodka ribena? I'm weak, I know. Ah.

No, I don't usually have hangovers. Woke up the next day fresh, and ready to set off for Johor Bahru. Planned a comfy 2-day relaxation trip, complete with massive retail therapy and a good rest at the Puteri Pacific hotel to recover from whatever abuse we suffered the past weeks. The shops there are endless, you simply cannot finish browsing through them in 1 day. Regretted we didn't make it there earlier, but as usual, I was travelling with a "tu shen" (I meant *ahem* dilly-dally king, hehe), so yeah, usually your timings just fail on you. But I guess it wasn't that bad la, quite a bit of shopping was done.

The hotel was fabulous. 50 bucks Sin dollars per person and you get a 4-star hotel room, complete with good service. The toilet was one of the bigger ones I've seen (I grade hotel rooms mainly by their toilets) and it's really hard to find a toilet where the bathtub and the shower are 2 separate compartments. Enjoyed my strawberry-scented soak with music blasting from the room. Twice. Damn relaxing.

Lazed on the bed after soaking to watch Bleach (yeah, I brought my laptop), cuddled under the comforter. And then when morning comes, there's hot breakfast just downstairs waiting for you. What else could be better? For once you just have to sit back and relax and forget everything.

I think I'm gonna miss this trip.

Posted by Isabelle at 10:14 pm