this scene takes place in siloso resort’s room 307.

 

*walks in with the boyfriend*

 

"omg!! you’re so blair wardolf!"

"yea! i want to steal her hairband, and her dress and everything!"

"grab, grab, grab!"

"her tits also!"

 

*stares blankly while someone shoves a drink in my face*

 

and then after a couple of okay fine, many drinks:

 

 

and because the mudder was warning me time and again before the event NOT to wear a bikini, (i forgot how many times she called to remind me), i have to say this:

in the event of death (choy but yes), DO NOT EVER PUBLISH THIS BLOG.

 

if you ever do, i cuss you’ll never have boobs.

 

but yes, if you want more incriminating pictures, please proceed to my facebook.

if you can’t see the pictures, it’s because you’ve been restricted access (cause you’re family or i don’t likey your face) or you’re not my friend. (in this case, what are you waiting for you nitwit!?)

 

in a nutshell, zoukout was a little sian in the beginning, fun in the middle, and sad towards the end.

i bet you’ve never shed tears while party poppers are coming down on you, at zoukout.

 

well, i have. *looks at the boyfriend accusingly*

 

but all’s fine and dandy now and if you think i still sound like i’m drunk, i’m not.  

i’m just in a good mood, lah!

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