The night didn't kick into full gear till we were outside Club momo, the nightlife there seemed lethargic and unimpressive, and we stayed outside for awhile, I, being the odd out one out since I was sitting or squatting by the curb, not participating in the typical NSman's gossip mainly because I wasn't part of the formation/unit/division/section, and I didn't take much care in Brendan's and Joanna's conversation until a topic relating to her, was brought up.(I've grown used to the feeling, so I've become pretty stoic with regards to this...). So, as usual I'd carry on as though I wasn't affected by it, grinding my teeth a little, one would wonder, 'why don't you just.....' and if the question comes up, I guess I'll shrug it off saying, life is short, if I decide to let myself pursue a forgone conclusion or one that is based on my own little flawed window of reality, I'd be wasting time, too much of it. So, still indecisive about whether to go in, due to our distinctive and instinctive epidermis pigmentation issue, we waited as the prices of our tickets slowly depreciated, and eventually we did go into the place after it picked up a bit,into a smoky and loud place, a club.

My first instinct was to go to the toilet but didn't give in to it till I reorientated myself to momo. The place seemed more run down, the pole dancers were hideous decorations, the ah Lians and ah Bengs were evacuating the facility, and with good reason I might add. So it was after awhile that I went to the toilet, with its cubicles so beautifully layered with vomit, piss and shit, waste of the party animal, typical species of enclosures such as these. I left the toilet, noticing awhile later that Jerold and his girlfriend were making several disappearing and reappearing acts while the rest were checking out the dance floor, while all I did with Brendan was stand around and look at the most pleasing thing, which was soccer, which says alot about the place since I'm not even a soccer fan. Things took a turn for the worse when we finally got a table. Which resulted in me being uncomfortably sandwiched by Joanna and Melissa, Jerold's Girlfriend, for awhile. And just after I escaped from the flanking, Jerold said something to Melissa which resulted in her offering to get a girl's number and we be together or something by the end of the night(by the way, the only thing I was kissing at the end of the night was my toilet bowl). I was like I have no time, the whole offering was quite out of place, since me being me, have resolved that such offerings even if successful are nonetheless nothing more than distractions with little depth anyhow. Anyway Shaun, being his generous self, treated a bottle of Dewar's Whiskey, and so feeling obliged to drink I knocked back about a healthy/unhealthy portion of the liquor, resulting in my uncontrolled bobbing to the music, which resulted in me wanting to go to the dancefloor which also resulted in me making an immediate U-turn due to the unexplained phenomena of Penis Repulsion, which follows the same law as magnets, and I was pushed back by that force along with Brendan due to the magnitude and size of it that night. The music was starting to make me dizzy now, along with my bobbing, and my vision was going, and a generous portion of my psychomotor ability, so when Brendan asked whether we could take a breather outside, I gladly followed, Daniel followed soon after, bearing bad news, that the second bottle was coming, I asked for it too, so it was our doom I guess. I had a resolution to finish that bottle and it wasn't enough, I proceeded to take three generous portions of it along with coke and along with my many many warcrys of 'TAKE IT DOOOOOWWN!', and that was when I hit the peak, and it was all downhill from there, the music blasting and thumping, my bobbing reaching its climax, I lost all recollection of that night besides puking in the grass outside, being at my front door, and proceeding to kowtow to my beloved toilet bowl 20 or more times(followed by another 20 the next day), bad night, worst hangover.
(8:49 AM)