Saturday night (non)fever

I am writing this using my new SE P990i, too tamad to turn on my notebook and get online. Nice gadget. You'd think tech slut that I am, I'd be hard to impress by the new stuff coming out there like the grains off a thresher, but this baby rocks!

Oh well, enough with this new smartphone. Am sure you'll find ways to disagree with me and I don't care.

Back to blogging then. It was funny how me, Sunshine and apparently Rye were all in birthday parties last night - separately of course. I wonder where Foxy was?

JT's post-birthday bash at a KTV in Jupiter. Met his few friends and they were very nice. Kim sang well. My deal with JT was that I'd bring AQ along only if he won't ask me to sing KTV. So my vocal chords (my non-existent vocal chords) were safe last night.

And party night won't be complete without dropping by the usual visit to the clubs. Tonight it's Government; been going there again a lot lately, not that am complaining. I used to like Bed more, but now, am not too sure if there's a difference at all. Same crowd, same faces, different go-go boys and bartenders (or are they?)

Tonight it's Madonna. Grrr I haven't even completed my Madonna playlist on kikopod. i knew I lacked about a hundred more tracks. Maybe it's time I kiss JS' ass and ask him to get me MP3s from his DJ friend?

Listening to Michael Bublé now. Kikopod is just 25% utilized and I can't even listen to all these songs in one day. Oh I really have to organize my playlists, given that very recently I got my car integration kit for the iPod. And notebook needs some cleanup, too.

Slept for 6 hours max. Called Dad but phone's off. Called Mom instead and got a lecture on why condo living is bad for me (like, 31st floor and an earthquake is not a good combination in my mother's mind). Oh did you know I had a fire scare last night before I left for Gov? While brushing my teeth I noticed smoke coming out of the light bulbs! I recently changed my lighting to something warmer, to set the mood at night. My immediate thought? I might have overloaded my fuse!

Called security, who in turn called engineering. Well to cut it short, false alarm. Apparently they were fumigating the basement and smoke tends to rise. In my case, too many ducts led to my electrical layout, and boom! It's as if they smoked my unit and not the basement. Am tempted to ask with my usual sarcastic flare why the 31st floor is getting a lot of the fumes, but stopped myself. Who knows if the floor below mine is getting less? It's not always about me, I know.

Back to clubbing. Met some cute Caucasian guy named Martin or something, but am supposed to hook up with HR and mumbled my excuses as I finished off my Absolut. Good thing HR came earlier, otherwise I would have left with someone else in tow.

Hey, it's Madonnathon 3 and place is jampacked with raging hormones. Don't do well in crowds like this. So HR and me stayed at the back, vodka on our hands, and started to makeout. Of course, saw lots of familiar faces from the gym and I know this will cost me a lot in terms of knowing glances, both subtle (highly appreciated guys) and obvious (please stop staring at me and mind your friggin' pose).

Anyway, night ended with me wanting more, not that am complaining again, can't complain at all. I don't have the right to gripe at my misfortune, right, Sunshine?

Ok. Gotta get some Vietnamese noodles before my workout. If I can still workout tonight, with all that working out we did earlier. Geez.