I'm now done with my SP1 (thesis proposal). Was so fucking glad that I had my topic approved. Last week was beyond hectic. Moi didn't get the shut eye for three days. And that resulted to a very big, very unwanted zit on my nose. Whatever. It's gone now.

So after the proposal presentation, my gorg girlfriend Makor invited me to party at Malate. Since we all know that place is considered as the brown world's pink mecca, I immediately said "Fuck yeah!" Even if I was deadbeat, I took as much caffeine and sugar as I can before heading to the bus. We met with some of her friends there and lounged at Starbuck's to wait for the clock to hit midnight. The rule is: be fashionably late.

We were at Bed. The place was amazing. I loved every bit of it from the padded walls to the leather seats to the semi naked gogo boys. It was fabulous. We drank and then danced till there was no tomorrow. Ya'll wouldn't recognize me if you saw me that Friday night. Moi wasn't exactly fab for moi morphed into a boy whore. I let people touch me all over. I was a bit tipsy (not drunk) and my body was numb from the Ibuprofen. I never stopped dancing. And they never stopped kissing me.

That was the most fun I had since, like, forever.

I stole some photos from Doc Tony. There we were...

I'm on my back, so is JV and Makor is grinning wildly coz she's drunkedy drunk drunk. hehe. Here we were again...

On our fucking backs! Moral lesson: always look where the camera flickers! See the rest of the photos here.