Janice's Birthday

Ok, this is like a super belated post. So please do not ask me when it actually took place. You can see that it was when I STILL had long hair (before I went Hanoi, I chopped it off and looked idiotic for awhile).

Janice is a poly school friend and I did quite a lot of projects with her. She is a low-profile kinda person which also means she might kill me for this post if not for the fact that I love her . I’m so lucky to still keep in contact with so many of my poly school friends. :)

So it was Janice’s birthday (I actually don’t call her Janice. So it feels a bit uncomfortable trying to contact Janice with her chinese name) and a bunch of us went to Double O to celebrate.

Double O. The last time I went there was what…. 3 years ago? Man I feel old.

Here’s Yannie (right) and Janice (left) before I go any further.

I hope she enjoyed herself. Pity the rest couldn’t make it. Double O was kind to sponsor us a champagne, and shots to go round for the night. How not to be doubly happy about it?

The party begins!

I haven’t gone dancing in such a long while. I must say it has gone pretty weird! When we were on the dance floor, as a group of girls, the guys just surrounded us! Maybe it’s because the number of guys sorely outnumber the girls but hey, they were like facing our backs (we were dancing in a protective circle – LOL, much like casting a spell) and dancing and occasionally bumping on us and then sometimes, they tap on our shoulder and say hi, can we dance with you?
But, er, if you are asking for permission to dance with us, then what were you doing for the last 15 minutes behind me? Figeting? SO LC (low-class) leh!

So then, we started the drinks and then the photo-taking begun!

Happy (belated) Birthday Janice!

Janice and if you don’t know who’s on the right, I will take a smelly dead salmon and fish slap you 10 times.

I am happy Angeline’s making friends! :P

Laalaalaaa, Janice got pretty high that night – the drinks were gone and the lights were on before we each made our ways home. How fun. I nearly forgot how fun it is to have a girl’s night out at a club.

Next time we do more catching up ok? This time around, the music and my heart was beating louder than anything esle.