the countdown is almost over

two more days to work, three more days to dubai.

we're gonna be together again, babeh.

first up, we had a farewell party on friday night. it was a riot. dinner at Tapas Tree - where we all promptly overate. several garlic shrimps, tens of creamy mushrooms, a few sparkling Sangrias, many cubes of beef, many other sinful tapas and a caramel pudding later - i knew i had outdone even myself. and it was only 2145 and the night was just beginning.


i was getting pretty agitated, the person i wanted to see the most had not arrived. the boss' flight was delayed by several hours. we wasted a couple of $50 paellas (can you feel my pain?).

we decided to make a move to our favourite margarita bar. on our way to Cafe Iguana, Anja forced me to turn around - she had to sign the farewell card. there are just no secrets between us anymore - i even found out the ribbon/card cost a bomb, i was warned not to throw the ribbon away no matter what.


at Cafe Iguana, i got pretty restless. i was
1. bloated
2. farting non-potent gas bombs from all that cheese
3. not getting high
4. feeling goddamn fuckin' hot
5. sticky enough for fruit flies to get stuck

Rasheel and her extremely cute friend Mikesh dropped by. i always love having Rasheel around, she's one of very few friends to whom i can announce "i've been farting non-stop lah" the moment she arrived.




to play along, i had to act ABSOFUCKINLUTELY shocked about the gifts.



they got me a beautiful Guess evening bag and Hugo's Intense - no wonder they asked me if i wore perfume. they got the perfume wrong, but they got a nice one - what they do not know is i get perfumes at half their retail price, so they had wasted some good moolah.

some sad faces on the farewell card.


then David Sprengel, the German Intern whom i was hanging out with 2 years back turned up - he was in Singapore for a holiday with his GORGEOUS girlfriend, Sarah. i couldn't be more delighted, i had simply SMSed "Cafe Iguana, Clarke Quay" to his phone, half-expecting him not to turn up.

then everybody got restless - only bloody snakes can keep still in thick heat like that. we decided to move on to Attica, then we saw the queue. no one was feeling slutty enough to throw themselves at the bouncers or pretend that they knew the bouncers. Hans and Jay called their wives to get instant access into Attica, i was ashamed i forgot the name of the lady to whom the co-owner of the club is married. we cracked up - it's a sad day in a man's history when he calls his wife to get into a club. we detoured to One Nite Stand - the live band is always good. only thing is, i can't stand the lead male singer. he bloody masturbates on stage and probably makes love to himself in the mirror. who the hell looks like he's fuckin enjoying the music that bloody much when
1. they didn't write it
2. they are only emulating
the way he runs his hands through his rebonded hair is enough to drop my Black Label. fuck, i'm a chick and i don't even run my hands through my hair the way he does, like i'm bloody coming for God's sake.

but then again, i can't risk running my fingers through my curls as Rasheel can attest to - last time she tried pulling a hairband through my hair, i had to cut parts of my hair.

but this guy, whatever his name is, acts like he's bloody God's Gift to Women, and i hear, that he's having trouble with his marriage. OH MY GOD, he's MARRIED to someone ELSE to whom he must give love TO other than himself?

the three boys, Hans, Jay, Don. Hans shocked all of us when he picked Don up and hung him OVER HIS RIGHT SHOULDER. and here, Don is actually a good metre off the ground in Hans' safe grip - in my excitement, i wasn't able to get a shot which clearly illustrates this (hence, am bad photographer).




Brix was where we finally got it on, though. when all else fails, it's always good to go back to the nest. here, i bumped into Ashraf, Hadi and Hanaan - i was very pleased. had not seen Hadi since he got married a year back, Hanaan since the last time we all got caught drunk in the rain about a year back too - no thanks to Sherif who refuses to let us hang out together for some goddamn unfathomable reason, something to do with "danger", "know too many people" and "wild". string those along yerself.





we decided to make the high risk trip to Living Room where someone stole my handbag. before we got in, Ravi, the bouncer, stopped me in jest and asked "and what are you bringing in this time?". here, some lady approached Jay and got it goin' for a while. when i asked for her name, she said, "I'm Korean." several garbled semi-Korean sentences later, i find out her name is Susan, she's ashamed of her real Korean name and that she's goin' at SGD100/night.

man, that's cheap.


here's Korean. i mean, Susan. and Hans getting high and cracking up at the entire situation.


and then, as witnessed by my trusted camera, here, it all goes down the drain somehow with Jay taking control of the camera and taking a million out of focus shots and random shots of us giggling at everything. and for the first time, Hans stayed with us (Jay and me) till 0600, even suggesting we go for teh tarik and prata. we ended up at Spize.

here, you can see the unavoidable destruction and deterioration in our motor/rational skills.











Jay's magnificent nostril behind Drunk German Chick Molesting Everyone.


never seen Hans so gleeful - it bloody cracks me up each time i see these pictures.



at the end of the day (morning, night, whatever), there was a nagging thought "the packers are coming at 0900", and i was only halfway through the packing. i'd taken it for granted they were coming tuesday/wednesday, but they gave me a ring during dinner at Tapas Tree that "we're sorry, Dali, we cannot make it on Tuesday or Wednesday". in a way, i regret taking it for granted - i couldn't get drunk.

got home at 0630, took a shower and immediately started packing. i was really proud of myself up to this next point. NEVER, should one attempt to empty one's Fatboys when slightly high and absolutely spent. i found myself rolling in styrofoam snow before sunrise. if i weren't high, i would have gotten upset and started crying, but noooo, the hilarity of the entire thing was MAGNIFIED by the fact i now had
1. 2 more hours to pack the rest of the house
2. to clean up the floor and try to salvage as much beads as possible




by 0800, i call The Mater in panic.

but it all turned out well.

Ich bin Soooper Packer.