(No, that Ang Moh dude wasn't lost whatsoever. He's Raphael, from German. He spent his night hanging out with a bunch of maybe-sometimes-can-be-lame-ass bunch of Asian kids.)

Saturday night was over at Khalsa to celebrate Shachin's 21st. Theme: Hollywood/Bollywood; I had this drive to dress like Vicki B(but the thought of wearing big shades into an enclosed room, nah), in the end I was clad in a CatGirl-look-a-like outfit. Fizah was like a sexy siren in red, while Joshua was looking preppy in his pink shirt and skinny tie. Everyone looked their best, the saris Shachin's family wore were so pretty and glam. I must say, Indian/Hindi parties is one party no one should missed; dancing's their pastime! Everybody was high on booze, babes and disco lights. We boogied the night away to bangra hits, occasionally resting as it was rather tiring. Afterwhich, from MOS to Mama's Carribean we chilled the night away.

And Shima was the illegal immigrant hanging out with us that night.

This boy purposely wanted me to squeeze his balls dry by dragging me to join him in his pit of embarassment. You just had to share the burden of being sabotaged to dance in front of a crowd with me. I was flabbergasted you called for me, instead of your fav call girl. He's off to serve the nation in 2 weeeks time, and boy, I'll miss you. He said that he'll text me every night, and that when he's in the jungle he'll let me hear the sight and sounds. Gee, life's a bore without you kinky one. You were my Brandon Flowers that night. Wank boy, wank. I love you.

It's time to meet with the other fav boys before they're off too.