so here's what happened in movida night. a night with the colleagues would of course NEVER be complete without some drama. but thank god, drama was at its minimum. coz it was so loud..most of the time, i had no idea what was going on. too much effort trying to figure out what they were trying to tell me. its like its either you lip-read or they shout into your ear and all you here is just lots of noise going through your ear canal and nothing else. you'd still wont understand a thing. coz we HAD to choose a spot in front of the stage beside the speakers, of all places. my skirts vibrates to the bass of the song. so when i finally went out for some fresh (smoky) air, my ears find it hard to adjust. my voice sounds different to me. i was like annoying rynna with my constant,"Do i sound different? how come i sound different? i sound like i just swallowed helium! Do i sound like i swallowed helium??"

but i realised that i liked it better when the live band was playing compared to when they were just blaring songs into the club. AND I SANG PART OF THE SONG! weee! i forgot what song. hahaa. He pointed the mic at me and i sang! that was cool. so cool. then they had the mass dance session. hahaa! that was pretty funny!

the best thing about going movida for me was the people there. i prefer watching people. they crack me up. seriously. its fun-ner than dancing. there was like lots of different kinda people there. we have...

the im-in-my-own-world ones.
the im-drunk-i-wanna-dance-with-everyone ones.
the i-know-im-hot ones.
the OLD-PEOPLE-IN-MOVIDA ones (they look so cute when they dance!).
the stand-one-corner-see-who's-hot ones.

there was even a whole group of guys who looked like mat malaysia. ehh..they might be my neighbours! hahaa..they need major help from the fashion guru sia. tsktsk. they just stood in a corner for like 3 hours. only at 3+am did they make their way down to the dance floor. and did their "groovy" dance moves. awesomee. hahaa. they just drank jugs and jugs of coke. at that point of time, my feet was already aching. when i woke up in the morning, my feet was still aching. the weird thing was, it was less painful when i walk on my tippy toes. it feels more comfortable, for some reason. hahaa.

anyway...my hair was fab that night. it was actually rushed curling. coz i was the last one to take a bath. was sleeping lahh..until mummy yani literally dragged me out of bed. she didnt even gimme my "5 MORE MINUTES!" grace period. damn merciless sehh. so since i was rushed, only abt 3/4 of my hair is done. so, purely by accident, i achieved the messy-out-of-bed look. haha..well, i literally DID just get out of bed.

so then, when we got tired of movida, rynna suggested we go to a Hindi club. so i was like okay lor...anything...while we were outside movida, rynna recognised this guy who apparently worked at Forever 21. since i was the nearest one to him, i asked. and rynna was right. so we made a new friend. we introduced ourselves and all and he told us abt working in Forever 21 and all. the weird thing was he can only remember my name. so he called all of us by my name..when he wants to get our attention he just goes...uhhhh..filzah? but then he wanted to talk to rynna to ask where the club was. he was there with his whole group of guy friends. so they followed us to Kanggan. so we took a cab together. but in the cab, Forever 21 guy's friend Cuz/Kas (i donno) started to puke his brains out. so they stayed behind.

i thought Movida was super loud. i was gravely mistaken. Kanggan proved me wrong. My ears were ringing! everytime the music stops, i become aware of the ringing. it was interesting. Met and talked to Desmond. Nice guy. he's cute, in a korean kinda way. He worked as the police coast guard. it was already 4.20am and he had to report to work at 8am. nice. hahaa. didnt get his number though. it was an abrupt ending to the conversation. interrupted by a phone call. urgh. hahaa.

at abt 5+, i decided to head back to the hotel with yani coz she looked tired like hell. so i accompanied her back. we waited for like 15 mins for azah to stop making out with the french guy and give us the key to operate the stoopid lift. yani and i waited for so long, the security guy prob thought we were terrorists..or whores. either one.

i got up and i slept. a guy and three girls on the bed. he finds it weird. the french guy. azah's french guy. i just want sleep. i had 3 hrs of sleep. good enough. hahaa.