Way up high

This happened a week ago, but maybe I was too traumatized to blog about it at the time.

MEHAHAHA kidding.

Last week after prom, Viv, Ying + bf, Jul, Erwin (Viv's kawan) and I went clubbing after.

Me! With friends for the first time!

Well, anyway we were all ready to go to MoS, especially Taylor's had given us coupons to waive the cover charge so FREE ENTRY! And no smoking. Nice ah!

But it turned out, they started becoming stricter about enforcing the age limit as the club was reaching capacity. And since Ying and I were only 17...sighhhh.

We decided to follow Bryan to Barcelona cause all his friends were already waiting for him there.

And oh noooo, I don't feel like going out with him again cause he can't drive and his only way to get places is to hitch a ride with Jowen, that batshit friend of his.

Finally saw the wallhacker in person, and needless to say, I took an instant dislike to him. He looks like those type of people who think they're really cool - spikes hair, casual collared shirt and tinted glasses.

Have I told you how much I loathe small tinted spectacles?

It makes the person look like a gangster-wannabe and if you're a scrawny person, it just makes you look pathetic.

Sunglasses are a better option, IMO.

Didn't like Barcelona at all.

Small, dark, cramped and filled with lalas - which I don't appreciate at all.

Except for this one guy who looked like he stepped out of an anime.

Pardon me for my relentless staring. I even pushed Erwin out of the way to get a better look - and immediately realised how thoughtless that was. AHAHAHA.

Viv laughed at me, until she saw who I was staring at.

Then we both had an ogling session.

AHAHAHA. But I would like to think that I kap guys more discreetly than she does. :X

Moving on, we abandoned Bryan and his lala/underaged gang at Barce and migrated our pack to CocoBanana.

It was 67 bucks per person. 2 bottles of Chivas for the 6 of us.

Initially, I was feeling a little bit bored and lethargic. Not for long though.

I had roughly 5 mixers and 2 shots of the whisky at one go before going out on the dancefloor.

Felt very awkward initially, but tried to watch Vivi and dance also.

I've never liked dancing, mainly cause I just suck at it. Being long and lanky spells awkwardness in anything that requires moving to a beat. Spent maybe 20 minutes (I don't know, my sense of time was warped) bouncing around and giggling.

After that though, all hell broke loose in my head.

The strobe lights that were initially headache-inducing now seemed to flash along with my mood - I remember headbanging for quite a while with my hands in my hair. Probably looking like some crazy person.

I felt extremely off balance the whole time and fell on the DJ booth more than once. They were watching our group with amused smirks, but probably used to it all already.

I think I also stepped on some people's feet and swatted their heads/elbowed it if they were short numerous times.

Crazy dancing, dirty dancing, flailing around haplessly dancing - done it all that night.

I even remember grabbing Viv's friend Erwin round the neck once - rather violently, poor thing - to dance. Ying was dancing with her boyfriend, Viv was being violent by herself and Julian was well, being Julian so I think I just snatched the nearest person in sight to accompany me in looking stupid.

LOL. Then Viv fell on the floor, giggling.

It was then we decided to drag her back to our table.

I was supporting Viv on one side and I remember some guy grabbing my arm - to stabilise me maybe, or perhaps he had some other intention. I don't know cause I very violently flung my arm outward and he lost his hold.

I then followed my friends back to the table.

I remember putting my palms on the filthy table - Ying spilt the last of the Coke trying to pour herself a drink earlier - and rocking my head back and forth happily. Julian asked if I was okay and I gave him a cheery thumbs-up - for the umpteenth time that night. Most of them seemed concerned about how I would handle the alcohol.

I'm FINE! Really.

"Do you want me to get you a chair?"

"No, no. I'm okay."

"You don't look...I'll get you a chair."

"MmmOkay!"

I sat spinning around gleefully in the revolving barstool and had a couple more drinks.

Suddenly Viv grabbed the Chivas and tried to pour herself another cup. Her intention was met with 3 pairs of restraining hands - I swear, it took 3 of us to seperate her from the bottle.

One of the boys grabbed her shoulders, another tried to pry open her death grip on the bottle while I held the bottle steady.

It was then that the bouncers seem to have had enough and asked us to remove her from the premises - and that they don't want to see us there again.

LOLLLL.

So two of the guys carried her out, Ying was stumbling out with her boyfriend and I carried the remnants of the whiskey.

I promptly sat the glass bottle down on the table outside before I hurt myself though.

I was not in good shape physically, but miraculously my mind was only slightly woozy.

I almost fell forward off the chair so I draped my body of the rain-drenched table to keep myself stable.

Yes, I was high - but not wasted yet. Being the responsible person I am, I asked Julian MANY MANY times whether he was completely sober and in a state to drive.

He kept nodding patiently, saying that he was perfectly fine.

And so, I danced off to the carpack barefoot on the soaked ground with Julian to find the car. (Cause the other two guys had to take care of their ladies ahahaha. No one has to take care of meeeee~)

This was around 2.30 am.

Oh yea, I broke one of my heels dancing so that would explain why I berkaki ayam.

I found walking in a straight line quite bothersome, so I walked in S-shapes and even made a couple of twirls, doubling back on my path and bumping into a glass door before Julian had to stabilise me and ask for the 100th time that night whether I was okay.

I remember chatting with him about my uni options next year.

AHAHAH.

I even held a very civil conversation with the security guard when we couldn't find our car - we were one floor above where we parked.

Well, it was almost completely normal except for my tousled hair, shoes in one hand - the other grabbing the podium to stay upright.

After he gave us directions (which were not helpful at all, really) I bid him a cheery goodnight and he looked amusedly on - many people seemed to be doing that that night, and had no reason to cause I wasn't drunk!

We picked the other 4 up, and drove Ying + bf back to his car.

At this point, Viv was being all out scary and screaming at us for little things. O_O

Like refusing to sit next to the window, insisting we gave her a comb - NOWWW, taking a picture of her, only I was allowed to hold the camera, take one more, one more, no, FIVE more...

My motor functions deteriorated a great bit - while taking a group picture of the 'after clubbing' us, I shut down the camera once, dropped it once, cut Julian's head out of the picture once.

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Ying was not as wasted as Viv, but definitely quite drunk.

She was still able to insist the she was okay, well, she screamed it, and told us to take care of Viv - please - before passing out in her boyfriend's arms.

Well, not really, cause she rolled her head and opened her eyes again to insist that she was perfectly FIIIIIIIINE!

Ahaha. I buckled up in the front seat - leaving Erwin to have the dirty job of puke-control in the backseat with Viv. MEAHAHAHA I'm so clever.

Again, I asked Julian if he could drive - replied with a patient 'yes' - and told him to wear his seatbelt, lock the doors, wind down the windows a bit and not too much in case Viv fell out and to drive slowly as well as asked whether he knew how to get home.

SHEEET! I'm like a naggy grandma when I'm high.

LOL.

We all got home in one piece - with Viv almost falling out the window on the highway. Don't worry, Erwin and I restrained her and I made Jul wind up the window (much to his chagrin, he wanted it down so that Viv could throw up OUTSIDE his car.)

Sad to say, I almost dropped Viv while supporting her as we tried to walk into the house. Erwin went to open the door and Jul was fussing around his car - leaving me to drag her in while my senses were all retarded already.

I collapsed on her parents' BMW momentarily, losing grip on her. But thankfully she stumbled along just fine in those few seconds, and I quickly caught her again and Erwin and I half-supported, half-dragged her upstairs.

My body was all red and hot, so I took a shower to cool off. I stumbled around a great bit too, while marvelling thankfully at the existence of walls to keep me upright.

I made sure to wash all the makeup off too, even high, I still remember my skincare regimen.

And after that - around 3.30 - I sat my ass down on the chair and started to play freecell.

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!

Apparently I wreaked havoc on GGC and Msn that night.

Poor Mona got the brunt of it - he was the first person I saw online and I miraculously managed to stay conscious to chat with him until 5.30 am.

And I had this niggling feeling all along that I was going to regret exposing my less-than-sober self to them the next morning.

I remember typing with flat fingers so all my words came out horribly jumbled but still legible.

mabyea lliaek thiss, horabille tbu still underatsdble

I remember Mona insisting that he must save that conversation so I could read it again once I was sober, I remember going YES YES OKAY LET'S DO THAT! and then changing my mind to NONO I DON'T WANT ANY EVIDENCE OF TONIGHT DELETEE ITTTTT!

He respected my wishes and the conversation went unrecorded.

CHEEPET! I regret it - I want to see what I said that night!

From what I gather, I was relating the whole night's experience to him and being generally crazy - plus my typing was a pain in the ass for him to read.

I mean, I remember being able to type coherently, but it took too much effort and my movements were rather slow. Plus, he could understand what I was saying so I didn't bother to correct my way of typing.

And I am sure I embarassed myself in the GGC channel too.

Apparently I called Lumpy and Ian 'my bitches' and babbled in capitals for a while before Mona insisted that I get some rest and I 'muuuuuuuuuuacks'-ed them all good night.

AHAHAHHA WTF.

So yes, I was capable of coherent conversation but my mind was rather off.

I remember Ian jokingly propositioning me, saying I must be horny when I was drunk, 'let's romance :)' - to which I replied him with a 'go die la bitch, I'm high, not drunk!'

Anyhow I was shuffled off to sleep by Mona after telling him I was typing from the ground, having almost fallen of the chair many times already.

I remember Erwin stirring from his sleep from the carpet on the floor and asking me whether I was alright. 'Are you sure? Okay.'

I thought that was pretty sweet, if it were me I'd be moaning 'turn off the light and sleep la bitchhhhhhhhhhh!'

Whatever it was, I've learned my lesson.

Never chat online while I'm not sober.

I lied to Mona when I said I don't really remember what I said to him that night.

I just want to pretend that I forgot everything - it's much better that way.

Ahaha. If you must know, I kept typing stuff like /me hugs mona and other things that are just as sickening. I also vividly remember asking:

mona my bitch

where's my goodnight kiss?

To which he replied something like:

ah? hahahahaa

A pause, then the kiss icon and a 'muaxxx :D'

Then I went:

mmm you bastard

good night

muacksssssss

AHAHAHHAHAHA. CHEEPET I'm so shameless I can't believe it!

Later on, I pumped him for information on the pretext that I don't remember anything - in reality, my memory of the night was not impaired at all - and thank god, he was too much of a gentleman to bring it up. Just said I kept insisting on hugging him and was a horrible typist throughout the whole ordeal.

SO NOTHING HAPPENED.

MEHAHAHHAA there's no evidence of my cheapness!

By the next morning, however, Helyna already knew how high I was the previous night.

Bryan swears he didn't say anything so it must have been either Ian or Mona.

In the clan chat, I warned people to shut up about it, so no one else knew except for the 4 of them.

*wipes sweat*

And just to mention, Bryan did message me around 3 am to check if I got home safely and that he hoped that I had fun, so I guess he's not that bad after all.

For the next few days, I had a killer hangover.

Though I really don't think the body ache from the alcohol, cause it lasted for roughly 3 days.

Later I discovered that my headache wasn't really a headache after all - it was more like a 'base of the head and down the spinal cord' ache, which I eventually associated with the prolonged crazy headbanging I did that night.

And the body ache - oh my god, it felt like I ran a marathon, took a bath and slept wet in an airconditioned room. Muscle ache, bone ache.

Even the thought of alcohol made me nauseous for a few days after.

Although, if you offered me a glass right now, I wouldn't say no.

*sighs*

Bryan, Mona and Jaykay already asked me when I'm going again.

So Ling, when are we going?

Before:

After:

Just a warning to all those who intend to drink.