Double entry post today coz this event deserves a post of its own! Heavy cam-whore moments unleashed, you have been warned.
And if you’re homophobic well, too bad!
Ok so it’s been a while since we last clubbed. Honest. But when Anusha told us Paul Van Dyk was going to spin at Zouk on Saturday, we just had to go. See, told you we’d make it!
The eager beaver partygoers despite paying RM60 for entrance, hmpff
Oh and the bouncer made me love zouk when he asked for my ID :))
The man himself courtesy of Anusha – thanks for letting me flick it off your facebook babe
The scene: The best view is from the podium.
But sorry hubby, only girls allowed on the podium.
PVD at work:
IF you’re a regular reader of my blog you’ll see more pictures of everyone else but me because I’m shy and always the person behind the camera.
Not this time!!
STOP, let me take pictures of you instead honeyyy
Are you sure you can handle this babyy?
Madhu: I have faith in him. Peace
Okay a quick rule to photography: Always focus on the best side so take only my right side, get it?
My guide to partying like a champion: Absolutely do not discriminate.
Those who are different than you and I are absolutely the best people to party with.
Give me gay, oops I mean happy.
Okay lady boys, strike a pose. Hey who let you on the podium.
Take 2: Oops sorry, okay girls, you can stay on the podium if you give me vogue.
Check out the dyke with the tattoo – she said I’m so pwettie
Meet my new hot bisexual friends.
From left – right: Madhu (oh she’s straight), hot chick 1 from Malaysia, hot chick 2 from Philippines and the weirdo magnet hind this blog.
Madhu asking me via text: Why are you such a weirdo magnet??
I don’t know!
Sorry boys can’t tell you how I do it! I’m just friendly, haha.
Last but not least: kids, never and I mean NEVER do drugs. You just never know which she-male you might end up kissing. Ask the Blondie, he’ll tell you.
It was such an awesome night!
Being typical Malaysians, we just had to head for our usual maggi goreng feast after clubbing. We ended up going home at 6 a.m.
As I snoozed the Sunday morning away, I was awaken by the smell of my husband’s cooking. *so lucky*
He promised he’ll cook me Chicken Rice next time around.
The aftermath – when Anusha has a hangover the next day from too much beer.
Me: censored censored censored but the dyke was the one who made the move on me
Anusha: OMG, Paul van Dyk made a move on you???
Err yea okay. Yes he did. Now go spread the news around. Peace.