it is now 5.13am and i have just returned from the gala. with squashed toes, numb feets, hurting calves and a whole ball of fiery and funny thoughts.
first of all. i DID NOT talk to mr m. he was too busy with his duties (ever respsonsible and cute of cus) and i was TOO busy nanny-ing.

i only saw his face like 3 times for 3secs each time, and that was it. so great huh. you might think that this was what that ruined my night, my first ever and one and only gala overseas.
so wrong, honey.

seriously before i get into details of exactly what happened during the gala, i just wanna say that being drunk is so fucking unglam. FUCKING with caps on. especially for girls.
and for guys, i wun speak for our singaporean guys (i shant sterotype)but as far for what i have seen so far, with my own eyes and all some french and italienAND german guys just wanna fuck when they are drunk. excuse me for my bluntness, it may sound crude but these are true facts.

and i have so seen enough of such crap.
yes drinking is fine, i am all ups for it, its a kind of enjoyment or even life for some. why not?
but drinking to the stage whereby you cant even tell your own name, control your damn crotch or not look like an asshole or idiot, is plain disgrace.

this, is not life. this is a waste of life. yeah hey some people tell me, thats the way they live here, blabla. so hey you back, if thats the way they define life i say no to it. i will not fucking waste my parents money here only to disgrace them. call me a block, i am no saint, but i know what is right and what is not.

you know, i am very democratic. i know the blame aint just on the guys. cus god made them like that, with enough blood to run either the crotch or the brain. i guess the booze paralysed their brains leaving the blood to all flow to their crotch and they really would die if they cant find some 'happy' girls to fuck and throw.

this is when the responsibility of the girl comes in.
c'mon i know in france we are liberal, we air kiss everyone, we get touchy all overrrrrr and it really means nothing. yes, embrace the foreign culture, accept the new rules and try to be a good player. thats what is the right thang to do when you are in a diff country and when 'exchange' was your purpose of visit. but do you have to lose yourself? and forget those teachings that your parents might have put into you?

then it is so sad.
for them and for you. for the fact that it takes only some bit of alchohol to dissolve your integrity, moral values and if you would allow me to say it, the teachings of your parents.

why drink when you know you cant? and you know this aint the first time. funny thing is that you dun even know what you drunk, who you got it from yaddakk yaddakk.
you dun even know that that 'friend' of yours (and mine, as a matter of fact) is planning a fuck and throw while shaking his ass with your reciprocating swaying bod against rihanna's hits. you go, girl. you really do go.

so i nanny you, hold your hands, bring you to the toilet, use my own bod to shield you from those horny opportunists and try all i can to make you feel better. (and when you are home, i cleaned your vomit) all just because you are my friend, and i cant let some guy fuck you like that. no, actually i can, for all the shit and signs that you show.

you were drunk but you didnt wanna go out when i wanted to bring you out for some fresh air.
you wanted to dance and you continued to.
you were french kissing him like there was no tomorrow and that made him really go. unfortchly.
we went thru all the troubles and language barrier to call a cab at 4am so that we could send you home (cus you are wearing heels that misfit and they are killing you, cus you are drunk, cus you are feeling sick and you wanna go home blabla bla etc etc)

and all you did was scream at us, asking us why the fuck is the cab taking so long, and 'CAN WE GOOOOO?'

hello miss, get this straight. yoy had most of fun tonight, not me.

you may not like what you read here, and you may not remember a thing, but pardon me, i was damn sober (i didnt drink cus i knew you would end up like shit like NOW, sleeping with your make up and throwing up ON the rubbish bin top) and i cant deny my frustrations.

i tried to be nice, and you know understand. but you were really crossing the line.
we dun owe you a thing.
oh woah, i cant imagine how things would be like if i wasnt around, if the rest of us were sober or you were strandled in the dance floor somewhere alone away from us. (and you know that i told you many time before the gala to stay with us and watch what you down).

if you haven noticed how serious this is.. let me spell it out.
you would have been raped. i dun know if raped is a good word though cus you seem pretty willing with the french kissing and all.
but in my words, i think you would have brought shame to your family, disappointing them esp your dad who paid for your trip. he paid for you (and my dad paid for me of cus) to come here and see what they may have not seen before, to learn to gain knowlege, and NOT to get laid.

there are good frenchmen too. 4 of them i have confirmed so far. jean-baptise (my bestfriend hahaha), Mathias (of cus, even pauline confirms it), vincent (he's great) and manuel (okay he is german)

and that is that.
what an experience!

and jules went to london today before the gala with us sending her off. hey if ya reading this, u didnt miss out anything at all from the gala REALLY, if you still haven been able to tell. (xept that i saw bonjour empteen times in the dancefloor) london would be so much more fun i am so sure.

ester's quote of the day:

if you know better, you ought to do better

and shawn, SCREW YOU. fuck off with your angelic shit. you arent the one cleaning the vomit and walk ing ard in 3 inches high heels while been a nanny. you know no shit so keep your mouth shut.

had enough of your fucking words. not happy? fuck off.