AAAAAHHHHH! What a wild weekend. Man i'm tired. Haha.

On saturday we planned to celebrate Nuraini's birthday at Play. Franco and dom couldnt make it due to unforseen circumstances, so it was just 5 of us and a bottle of Smirnoff. And cause i kept making rather weak mixes that went down so well, suffice it to say i didnt know when to stop. At about midnight i decided to go in myself 1st and dance to the high, but the moment i got there, i puked in the bushes. My mind spun, my head felt cold and my vision was cloused with white and multi-colored dots. Sure there were comfy couches inside but i couldnt make it that far so i just lay down on the front steps, half conscious. Some bitch took a photo of me in my state of unglamness but i was too disoriented to do anything so i just said "so mean..."

When i felt i could stand, i went inside, washed my mouth and face and found the others, and by george it was already 2am. Haha. Partied till 4, and my stomach felt whorrible so i cabbed home and the moment i got there, rushed to the toilet for diarrhoea. Talk abut exiting from all ends.

Sunday was far better. In fact, the best evening i've had in a long time. Thanks to Sam, i could go for Lady Gaga's showcase at clarke quay. Paid $65 for a ticket, and waited in line from 5-8pm in the harsh humidity, but it was well worth it. She was amazing. Loves.


my arms look good here. must be the gymming.


sam working it


the venue








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Then after a quick dinner at Mac, it was time to party at Zirca, and boy was it good. They had all my fave grooves. Circus, Love Game, Disturbia, Let Me Think About It, Bottle Pop and boy did i work it. Play always pales in comparison. Man. Went home smiling. Awesome.