ms-vindicta

it was only after a phone conversation with a secondary school senior that the above topic popped up.

now do note, i haven’t seen or talked to him for more than a year although he has been reading my blog frequently.

the first thing he tells me is, "whoa, you party alot ah?"

*coughs*

now let me make this clear, i do not!

my debaucharies are only limited to my weekly visits to wala wala, and the occasional drinking at st james.

but because of my work, these days, i’m more open to visiting new clubs since i need the research.

and yes, i’m also aware the above statement is very politically correct.  

but yes, the reason why i’m mentioning this is cause i’ve got party pictures to put up!

this was from the hennessy artistry event at lunar where the amps were playing. our darling cakie managed to get tickets for us!

there were a lot more pictures than the 10 i’m putting up but of course i’ve picked the less incriminating ones, or at least the ones which don’t have thiang captioning me under "CLEAVAGE".

a pretty small portion of the drinks that night. i think i downed a glass of long island tea, two glasses of illusion and countless glasses of chivas.

the following are all camwhore pictures for your viewing pleasure. 

we were attempting a look-at-one-another’s-boobs-shot.

things didn’t turn out too well after we all headed to zouk after lunar though so not too much on that!

so yes, this is just one out of the many nights i actually spend at home writing articles, meeting friends for serious chats and thinking about the meaning of life. 

seriously, i’m not a party girl.

besides, i haven’t mastered the art of chatting up bouncers to get free entry into clubs.

yet.

and because too many things happened, i’m gonna do this in point form.

as usual.

- clubbing at st james day before birthday.

- couldn’t find a table, have to resort to acting coy to middle-aged men in hopes of sharing their tables

- realised there’s a disgusting amount of old ppl at st james on friday nights.

- manages to find a table.

- runs off to the dancefloor. 

- boyfriend got drunk, ruok got drunk.

- got picked up by two creeps, one was very touchy-feely, the other kept sniffing my hair and whispering the lyrics of pussycat dolls’ "don’t cha" into my ear.

- got creeped out by his "i know you want me, i know you do" and cynthia helped me chase him away.

- gave the first creep a fake mobile number. 

- boogied till club closed. 

- spent my birthday with the boyfriend cause it was our anniversary too! (smart boy eh? just have to give me one gift for two significant events. )

- planned to head to the zoo then have a picnic but lousy weather made us call that off

- boyfriend cooked up a storm; pasta, mushroom soup and chawanmushi while i snoozed

- snuggling in front of the tv, anthony bourdain, plenty of love

- i am 20 and i’ve been with the boyfriend for a year! 

- thursday at wala = shirlyn returns from new york!

- tiong, ruok and the rest paotohed me by telling the band it was my birthday and screaming "eileen! headlights!" unanimously.

- the band ends up singing happy birthday to me and addressing it to headlights while making me stand on a stool.

- the whole of wala knows i’m "headlights".

- shirlyn says i’m small everywhere else but there.

- i don’t know where to hide my face.

- i go to the toilet and there are strangers saying, "happy birthday, headlights!" 

- i come back and tiong orders a waterfall.

- i suck up the waterfall.

- DPL and r3g buys me a huge-ass mug of konig.

- i suck up the konig.

- someone passes me a glass of vodka lime.

- i suck up a bit of it.

- ginger and gingerbreadman buy me a cake.

- i blow out the candles.

- 20 mins later, i feel woozy.

- the rest of the night i spent rushing in and out of the toilet at wala, puking my guts out.

- cynthia and ruok carry (literally) me out of wala and into a cab.

- ruok sends me home, i puke at the void deck.

- i enter my room, throw my stuff on the ground, climbed onto my bed and promptly fell asleep with my makeup, contacts and accessories still on.

- i wake up the next morning and puke the night’s dinner out, twice.

- i made the startling realisation that it’s the most i’ve ever puked in a day - 9. (yes, even in the past with the ED. power huh?) 

- i spend my last day at work with a hangover.

so yes, all in all, although it doesn’t sound like it,   i had an awesome birthday.

thank you everyone for the birthday wishes, (there’re too many names and i’m too lazy to list out all of you!  you know who you are) and gifts.

and though i don’t look like i’m 20 and i certainly don’t feel like i’m 20, fact is, i am.

oh well, just got to suck it up, like i do with most other things.

happy 20th to me!  

i’m sure most of you would have seen the soyjoy ads on television by now. (if you haven’t, stop switching channels when the ads come on! *glares at the boyfriend*)

one of my good friends and even better clubbing khaki nadia aka nadnut is one of the five bloggers roped in to take part in the soyjoy contest!

the winner gets to walk away with a 4D3N trip to the land of hentai and harajuku girls, japan.

of course i want nadia to win, so i’ll be voting for her daily.

if you want her to win, you should too!

simply head to the soyjoy site, click on the little nadia-struggling-with-her-bags figure, save her from her load and vote for her!

doesn’t take too much effort right?

better still, she’ll be holding a lucky draw if she wins so if you’ve the blogger badge on your blog/plugged her, you’ll stand to get awesome prizes from nadnut herself! 

go vote! i know i will!

good friday.

clubbing with nadia and gang at st james + vodka orange = no good + vodka cranberry = still no good + fuckitimmaalreadyhigh + stuffing ice down pants.

tuesday.

nus interview + i prepared my portfolio for nothing + hand-delivered 30 invites + aching feet + lost child + rsvp-ing (totally reminds me of PR days)

wednesday.

ntu interview + writing test + hot ang moh interviewer with amazing blue eyes + RSVP-ing. (wait, it IS the PR days)

thursday. 

too bloody long maxi dress + launch party + some of the bunnies are hotter than the playmates imo + too little for lunch and no dinner + 4 glasses of champagne + jaywalk, ruok, thb + super woozy + puked at oosh + got the boyfriend all worried + attempting to puke in PAPER bag in cab + cab driver freaking out and busting the speed limit + puking in plastic bag afterall + puking in longkang near my place + puking at home + falling asleep in the bathroom after puking with water rolling off my back for an hour + went to bed braless + still woozy

friday.

major hangover + review on phones (woopee!) + uniqlo’s queues are still damn long + heineken green room + met someone gross + glutton’s bay

and yes, i do know i’m partying way too much.

but i will be good next week, oh yes i will! 

so the orginal plan was to spend the evening getting high at tiong’s, then head over to st james for some lancing lancing.

unfortunately, once me and the boyfriend trooped over to tiong’s, with me in my tutu dress, st james was forgotten.

the boyfriend got drunk on whiskey, i got high on bacardi shots from losing multiple nintendo wii games, and the rest is what happened.

Crazyass Video 1

Crazyass Video 2 

(videos courtesy of uncle jay. please note, i’m not saying this in a courteous tone. )

do excuse me for the excessive yanking on my dress; it’s hard to keep it up when i’m whacking at the screen with such force. also, i have a tendency to use hokkien vulgarities when drunk. (when sober, fuck is the way to go)

and of course, the surprisingly numerous pictures of me.

drunk eileen = narcissistic eileen

the night ended with me puking once in tiong’s room’s toilet, once in the cab, another time when i got out of the cab, and multiple times at the boyfriend’s place. 

i know, i know.

by then, the boyfriend was sober enough to take care of me, and we ended up huddling together in bed at only 3 plus am in the morning.

but oh well! everything was fun, wasn’t it!

so i say, tiong, why not another such party on cny! heh! 

happy new year everyone! 

and yes yes, new year resolutions.

in fact, my first would be to: 1. not procrastrinate on my new year resolutions.  

coming liao! 

 mucking around photobooth in the sis’s spankin’ new macbook

and this is how i look like at home; ratty tshirt, spectacles, fresh-faced, hair up in a bun, hairband to hold up the fringe, and in the process showing off my forehead in its full, high glory.

very tak glam, i know. 

it’s little wonder why the door bitch at PLAY checked my IC, even when i was there with a painted face, two 30-something year olds and a 20-ish lady.

anyway, the purpose of this entry is to send off a few greetings.

first, to the boyfriend, happy 6 months! (yes! for once, i don’t get to use that disgusting word "monthsary") 

it’s been an amazing journey so far, and i know we’ll go further, hand in hand, belly with tummy.

i’ll leave the lovey-dovey stuff to the private blog okay?

second, to my still-as-blur friend, thiang, happy 19th birthday!

your book’s coming along your way soon! see lah, get what romance book, in the end everywhere also out of stock. should have just stuck to good old erotica. heh.

third, to posh, happy birthday too babe!

i hope you have a blast at wala downing waterfalls. hur hur.

and yes yes, i shall get down to the new year resolutions’ entry fast, if not for tradition’s sake, then to at least push that awful picture of me above further down your computer screen.  

1. having my ex collegaue introduce me to heineken’s brand manager as "one of the best interns we’ve ever had".

2. overhearing my tuition kids say they like me best out of the choices of me, my mum and my brother as teachers.

3. the boyfriend burning all my fave songs into a cd so that while travelling, we can bang our heads along to metallica and sing our hearts out to leona lewis.

4. the barflies and their outings.

5. life, in general.

*skips around*

and then it’s time to start drafting that cliche new year resolutions entry. 

keep your eyes out for it! 

so after the dreadful napfa test experience which left my entire body aching (trust me, you will when you haven’t really exercised properly in the past year), i met up with the birthday boy to present him with his hand-cooked dinner, only to have his parents suggest we head out for dinner!

we made our way down to green leaf at little india, where i had my first dinner with the boyfriend’s folks.

it wasn’t scary, but his mother fussing over me constantly did throw me off alittle.

but still!  

right after that, we met up with the barflies and headed down to boiler room at st james for some lancing lancing! 

it was my first time clubbing "officially". i have been to zouk previously but they were all for work-related reasons. 

there were quite a number of barflies there - i counted 21 in total - and Zeus and Mrs Cowboy was there to head us all.  

initally everyone’s mood was a little dead, cause the band wasn’t exactly all that great, plus, the standup comedy by this cross-dressing dude wasn’t funny.

then with some alcohol streaming through the bloodstream, the natural high started to kick in, and soon all the girlies were rubbaing one another enthusiastically.

nadnut, xt, starmist, aloe - thank you for the grindingly good time! heh.

the guys also lah, but i won’t name you, i know you guys got your reputations to keep.

i ended up woozy, the boyfriend drunk, and everyone having a fantastic time.

just so you know, the boyfriend commented that he should get me drunk more often and throw me on the dancefloor, cause it’s as though i’m two completely different persons before i’m drunk and after.

heh. so i say, more parties of this sort please! 

this time round it was drinks at timbre (substation), on account that shirlyn and the unexpected have made it their new jamming spot!

it’s fridays from 1 am to 3 am. they still play at wala on thursdays!

anyway, i first met uncle jay at city hall, where we decided to take a cab to timbre since both of us didn’t have the slightest idea how to get there. (he’s been away from sg for 8 years and i, well, i’m a lost child)

so after waiting for ages at the taxi stand, i decided to call for a cab. we got into the cab, told the cab uncle our destination, only to receive a blur look from him.

so we repeated ourselves, he nodded, and we set off.

less than 5 minutes later, the cab uncle stopped the cab.

eh, wtf, reach already?

so as it turned out, timbre is within very walkable distance from city hall mrt station, and we just spent $9.80 on a less-than-5-mins-cab ride.

 oh well.  

had beer at timbre, then decided to run off to howl at the moon again because it was too damn hot at timbre!

so there i met derek who is really quite funny indeed (hello if you’re reading this!) and some other friends of uncle jay’s.

we then decided to head back to timbre again.

that was when the drinking and other vices commenced again, and it all ended with me concussing (from being too tired, not drunk!) in the car on the way back home.  

anyway, right before we left for howl at the moon, uncle jay and ruok dragged me outside for another voiceblog again.  

this one is slightly longer, and i’m not as giggly. (yes! no more fangirl status!)

Voiceblog with Ruok and Uncle Jay at Timbre 

and trust me, the leering looks they gave me at the end of the voiceblog are nothing you can imagine. *shudders*

anyway, i know i’m very late for this blog entry, but the purpose of me still blogging it is to actually announce something.

Date: 20th November 2008

Location: Wala Wala

Time: 9-ish to whatever time the boyfriend topples 

Objective: To drown the boyfriend in alcohol. 他不醉不归。but somebody must help me carry him hor!

what a way to celebrate his 30th birthday. heh.  

come along! it’ll be fun! just like how today’s drinking session at wala’s was.  

so i met up with uncle jaywalk today for dinner and coffee.

 
as he had so nicely put it, i was ditched by the boyfriend since he was busy and so he had to rescue the lonely damsel.

ya lah, very hero lah.  

he then came up with this idea of doing a voiceblog and because it was so unexpected, i ended up giggling half the time.

there, take a listen.

VoiceBlog with Uncle Jay

yes i know, i know, i sound like a fangirl. and the clip is horribly short.

anyway, i’ll keep practising (this totally reminds me of radio production horrors) and hopefully, i won’t sound like i have an IQ level of 50 the next time round i do another voiceblog.

and thanks ah, uncle jay, for calling me "obviously shy and inexperienced". no need to state till so clear right!?

anyway, i have an idea for the next voiceblog already. stay tuned for more! 

*edit

Zeus has picked this up! 

actually it wasn’t his first, he has done voiceblogs before, just that it’s the first time he’s doing it with jailbait.

but it’s alright. cowboy caleb is Zeus leh, he’s always right.

/edit.