Let me just tell you a story of what happened a few days ago.

While I was on facebook, I came across a MASKerade Party.

I called up Ash, asked if he wanted to go.

Got another friend, Faizal.

He's studying to become a lawyer at NUS and was having some law camp.

He was prepared to leave that for a while to do a bit of partying.

We ended up there the next day.

Met a beautiful girl who showed us the way to the party. Apparently according to Ash, she was checking out my ass.

We go in, see here see there. We didn't want to be carrying our goodie bags the entire night so we leave to go place them in Faizal's bike.

On our way there, we meet Sarah. It was a fucking long time since Ash and I last saw her. She exclaims "who the fuck are you?" when I say "Hi Sarah".

I say "I'm Jo", to which she replies "I know".

I'm confused.

She turns to Ash and says "Hi Ashley".

We begin talking a bit.

We told her we would talk to her later on.

The party seemed too chilled out.

It didn't have a dance floor, more like a dance mat.

It was well decorated.

Had tarot card reading, some guys swirling light sticks and free airbrush tattoos.

Sarah with her friend.

Before she leaves, she asks if we were interested in going out to party the following day.

I reply with a muthafuckin YES!

We decide to call a few more people to liven up the solemn mood.

Well of all people Maureen replies and says that she would love to come.

Out of all the time I've probably called her, it has either gone to voicemail or her calling me back 2 days later asking what was it about.

She drops by, we catch up.

We decide to fuck the party and head on down to Clarke Quay.

Faizal leaves for law camp again at about 1am.

Went to Rebel/Zirca, met my friends there.

Partied a bit.

Maureen hasn't perfected the art of dancing with heels on yet.

Ash and I had to take turns to babysit her while one of us was dancing.

I was too tired to party the next day.

So I messaged Sarah that I wasn't gonna go.

She asks me if I was sure I didn't want to go.

I hate it when people do that. They mind fuck me. Girls always do that. Bleah.

I ended up going in the end.

I waited and waited for a fucking long time.

Girls are always late and can never stick to the time they mention. Even though I thought I was going to be late at first.

Ended up at the Fire station.

Some place at Bukit Timah. Not bad. Except for the female DJ who was like a serial killer, brutally killing every song that was actually nice.

I ended up meeting my Army mate at the party.

Turns out it was a good decision to say yes to the party.

Got to know a few more kkk(kool kids klub) kids. -.-

Left that place after about an hour or so and headed down to Clarke Quay with Sarah and her 2 friends.

Was supposed to head on down to Butter Factory. This would later prove to be another good decision I made, after hearing that the place became the thrid cluster of H1N1.

Instead they headed to Attica.

I ended up at Arena. Met a few friends there, who brought a few of their friends, who also ended up being friends of mine.

Fucking small world, this is.

More like what a small country this is.

6 degrees of separation.