schoolgirl

UK is bloody cold. And its only autumn. Fuck.

When my lovely girls; Maria, Ah Ma and Naima picked me up from Heathrow, there were frost from our mouth as we spoke. Its like smoking without ciggies. LOL. I love them so much cos they purposely woke up at 4am just to welcome me in Heathrow... and they got lost on the way.

Hahahahhaha!

Oops. I shouldn't laugh. You readers shouldn't as well. The poor darlings missed the bus and had to walk all the way to the train station in darkness and fucking coldness.

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I love them. ^_^

Oh, I strayed from what I wanted to say. Whoopsie daisy. I got off the plane on the 28th of September early morning and was shit jetlagged. Despite the killer jetlag sensation, I went for this Freshers' Party the very next night. The theme: schoolgirls and schoolboys.

Ohohohoho. Getting dirty thoughts? Yeah, you should. I was at loss as to what to wear cos you know la, the school uniform in Malaysia sucks. We looked like WWII nurses with our whatever-blue pinafore. And I'd rather go as a duck than to wear that! But anyway, with the help of brain juice, we managed to whip up some schoolgirl outfits.

But cos I was so tired, I was running a bit late and thus, was unable to layer up. The only thing I wore was a thin formal top with mini skirt and sneakers. No leggings, no singlets.

Waiting for everyone to arrive in Wessex Bar

We started off at Wessex Bar, where everyone waited for everyone. While waiting, it was interesting to see how the Brit girls especially, dress as schoolgirls. Like, how short can their skirt be? And how many buttons are undone on her top, and oh, that's a nice black lacy bra. Hmmm, that one's better cos its red lace with push-up.

LOL.

Then, the torture begins. When the crowd had gathered, the pub crawl began. We walked to the bus station and took the bus to the pubs, and we had to walk from one pub to another. It sounds okay but not when its fucking 6 degrees out plus strong winds blowing at you! Ohmygawd... We nearly died of pneumonia.

In the first pub

Left to right: Bitch, bitch, babe, babe

L-R: Nathan, Wildberry, Ah Ma, Naima, Maria, Tom, Aaron

Yeap. The bunch of guys in the pic above are the nicer English people we've met so far. If you think Brits are nice and polite people, you are so fucking wrong. They are simply too full of themselves to realise that they are actually pretty dumb creatures. They don't mix with people other than themselves much, if not at all. And to be honest, the international students are the best. We now know 2 damn sexy Frenchmen. Ooh la la~

But that's story for another day. Damn. I strayed again. Back to the topic, after walking in the freezing cold from pub to pub, we finally went into Q Bar which was apparently, the more happening place in sad little Reading town - think: Nilai town.

Q Bar was packed! It was so damn hot in there, we were practically sweating! The number of students in there was scary cos it was so congested to the point that people had to shove and elbow their way in or out of the dance floor. And the only way u can dance was to just jump up or down. Wriggling your ass sideways was totally out of the question.

But the best part about all these were, the alcohol is fucking cheap - 2 pounds a shot, for instance - and no smoking in clubs. Smokers would have to go outside to this sealed off section to smoke. We tried their famed Aviation Fuel and it was great! I dunno what sort of alcahol was mixed in there but as long my tastebuds are happy, I'm happy!

^_^

It was fun despite the jetlag but we had to head home earlier compared to the sex-crazed and drunken party people cos I was having a hell of a headache and the other girls were damn tired.

The moment we stepped out of the club, ohohohohoh. The blast of cold air nearly KO-ed us. In the end, we took a cab back cos by the time we waited for the bus to come, we would've been human-icicles.

It was fun.