CEREBRAL MELTDOWN.

The time now is twelve thirty on a saturday morning, in other words it's just thirty minutes past midnight and I just got back home from the seventeen magazine queen of queens pageant. There's a perfectly legitimate reason why I'm back home so early, and I know some people are gonna read this. So while, everything's still fresh in my head, I'll just ramble some. Regard what I mention as pure fun; that's a disclaimer.

Met lewis and we arrived at harbourfront at about six fourty-five. We weren't gonna meet anyone so we had dinner and went straight to powerhouse. Queue got longer within half-an-hour and I realised this pageant is just like any other event; turn up late. Okay, that's not all. So we went in and at about fifteen minutes to nine, the emcees began to introduce themselves blahblahblah. Later on, jiayang and the rest came and we sorta chatted and stuff. Then, lewis found out one astonishingly surprising but horrible fact: free flow till ten thirty.As you can tell from my narration, the pageant wasn't the highlight at all. I think you can assume why.

At first, we ordered a few cranberry vodkas, maybe four or five for the seven of us, among other lighter stuff. I then suggested tequila shots; four were drinking so, eight shots? Well, they didn't have shots so they offered teq. pops, which is about double the quantity of a shot. Lewis took about four to five of that, karin took about uh, many, probably more than that.Sorry I had to hurt your eyes to see all these. I totally understand.

Conclusion is both of them got wasted. Lewis wasn't walking straight and he kept sinking his head in his arms and wherever seemed comfortable to him. Karin was talking nonsense and calling lewis a loser cos' he seemed worse off, as compared to her. The fact was that she could put up a brave front while lewis was... ... ... ...

Well, my night was perfect but ruined. I was undoubtably enthusiastic and everything was a green light to me (not that I was seeing green lights, I was uh, seventy-five percent sober). Three teq. pops, about three more cranberry vodkas, a small bottle of 'sol' beer (whatever that is). I was still sane enough to stop myself, definitely.
Well, that's jieying. She didn't win the pageant this time wrong, so I guess she resorted to five pops after the event ended (it was really a popular drink huh.) then she began to uh, get high. She's okay now I think, at least that's what she said.


Okay, sucky night. However, it was some experience though, since it was the first time I had to lug (figuratively) lewis (first drunkard) and karin (second one, literally lug with the boyfriend this time) back home. Thanks guys.

I shall not elaborated on how much yellow solid-liquid waste was regurgitated from their stomachs, ugh. I'm not forgetting this debt, solach.


I'll remember for sure.