it's 6ish on a not so random friday. i went to mos tonight, and i'm glad that i did.
if you didn't know, i just got out of an unsuccessful relationship with a friend of mine. so i've been having the worst week of 2006, and my eyes are puffy from all the unloading of tears. it's terrible; i'm
hideous really. ugh.
i should've listened to my own advice, 'never fall for someone who doesn't love you as much as you do them.' crazy woman, talk so much..
ANYWAY, clubbing was awesome. it wasn't all that great at first though.
reason no. 1 why mos wasn't so great at the beginning:the queue into mos was crazy mad, curling round the building. and i shuffled through the queue by myself.
reason no. 2 why mos wasn't so great at the beginning:two black (not malay/indian, i think south african) guys approached me within 5 minutes i reached mos dance floor. one asked to dance with me, i obliged considering i had no plans for the night except to enjoy myself and get happy.
they started to get touchy.
reason no.3 why mos wasn't so great at the beginning:trying to save myself from the two black guys, i started dancing with a malay guy who smiled at me once in a while.
he started getting touchy.
reason no. 4 why mos wasn't so great at the beginning:the two black guys pulled me away from the malay guy.
reason no.1 why mos was getting good:i saw kian and mik. i had no idea that they were in the same group of girls who were dancing right next to me. i mouthed, 'save me' to the guys. they helped me escape from the touchy men.
reason no. 2 why mos was good:i circulated the dance floor looking for my friends. and in the midst of it, i crossed paths with someone i don't know. we didn't exchange words, only smiles. it's the story of boy and girl meet. boy and girl smile. but boy and girl never meet again.
why am i happy? because we both took double takes at each other as we turned to walk away, and we caught each other looking back and smiled again. priceless.
i don't know who he is, nor do i know his name. i only know his eyes, and his smile. and that's good enough for me. : )
reason no. 3 why mos was great:i met zhuping! zhubs was from my secondary school, and he and i were close then. i haven't seen him since graduation!
reason no. 4 why mos was great:i made a new friend. :D
'hey you've got my phone right?' i ask.
'shhhh. i'm trying to steal your phone, you're not helping.'
'ok, keep the phone, but give me your number.'
'i'm not that easy okay.' he grins at me.
'hahaa. how much would it cost then?' playing along with him.
he whips out one hand, and starts counting till 5, '50 bucks.'
'you're not worth that much.'
he chokes on water, laughing.
he returns me my phone without his number, then reaches over and calls himself. : )
valerie anne
in my 20s and wonderful.
dressed to dress you.
. i would do you, but i can't. it's just the wrong season right now.
I've been in canada for days.
. in need of a recommendation
. tattoo
. rolex
. prada bag
. hermes birkin/kelly
. hermes scarf
. prada penguin coin purse
. suped up VW jetta mk3 '97
. 911 Turbo
. WRX
. smoked e-codes/fogs
. porsche deep dish rims
.
my driver's license
.
a shaven head for my 18th
. be a somebody
. make {gravi.tee}
.
snowboard
.
own my first car
. travel: NYC, all over europe,
japan,
mexico, chile, argentina, spain, greece, laos, vietnam, bali, dubai, amsterdam
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" -
recommended by derek goh
.
fashion school
. travel: roadtrip canada
. travel: roadtrip USA
.
move out
. own a house
. ride the dragon in tokyo
. go fish/camping for a weekend
. open a cafe/boutique
. horse-riding
. speak korean/japanese/spanish/french
. skydive over mauritius waters
. white-water raft above level 3
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. break the world record for the longest time on a loop-the-loop roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35.
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