jim dated jane a couple of years ago. their relationship started out in a pretty unique way - they met on a charted MRT train. whatever events transpired to grant jim a pair of invites to a nokia underground party at a secret location (later found to be marina bay), we will never know. what we DO know is that jim, at that time persuing engineering studies at a local polytechnic, asked a coursemate of his to accompany him to this event.
the initial part of the party went on pretty well. jim and his friend spotted a couple of local celebrities and the usual smatter of eye candy. it was still early in the night and as they boarded the charted train from orchard mrt station that will eventually bring them to the party proper, they still felt pretty awed by their very first invitations-only bash. now, mudane things happened along the way, and during the first half of the night. things only got interesting when drinks were being served at the venue. it was the typical screwdriver housepour, with, get this, cubed chin-chow (Grass Jelly. traditional chinese desert). either the chin-chow amplified the effects of the vodka present, or the bartender really didnt hold back on his shots. ejther way, jim and his pal got pretty half-smashed and jim was invited up on stage as part of a dance contest. At that time, jim was too muddled in the head to figure out he'll probably embarress himself up on stage, instead of dazzling everyone (with his newfound two very drunk, very left, feet.) lo and behold, he didnt win the comp, but he remembered a fellow competitor, another fellow drunkard. some american reporter or writer, and he stuck his name tag on his forehead (oh everyone had to wear an adhesive name tag. guess it'd be easier to pick people up. and jim had this werid white hair extentsion. on his short punky hairstyle) they each won a consolation prize of 1 Rush Hour Soundtrack CD.
now there was another participant who was pretty gorgeous and jim and his pal tried to pick her up but she was attached. unfortunately. but through some werid way, jim managed to obtain her number. on the way back, feeling quite pleased with himself (as it was the first time jim actually asked a girl for her number. a feat attributed more to the vodka in the screwdriver chinchow than to sheer balls), jim's pal commented that a fellow female invitee, with her female friend, on the next carriage was pretty cute. jim puffed up his chest and tried to persuade his pal to approach her, just like how jim approached the attached girl previously.
jim's pal refused. so after a pause, jim went ahead to do it himself. he introduced himself and jim's pal. only he was quite drunk, and he did it for 5 or 6 times. already quite embarressed, jim's pal tried to drag jim away, but the recalcitrant jim insisted upon talking to jane, the cuter of the two girls. they got talking, and when they were leaving orchard mrt, jim decided in his infinite wisdom, that he should ask if the two girls were in fact lesbians. the girls laughed incredulously, and it hit jim later, much later, that one of the girls was in fact lesbian (butch) but the girl whom he was interested in wasnt.
the initial part of the party went on pretty well. jim and his friend spotted a couple of local celebrities and the usual smatter of eye candy. it was still early in the night and as they boarded the charted train from orchard mrt station that will eventually bring them to the party proper, they still felt pretty awed by their very first invitations-only bash. now, mudane things happened along the way, and during the first half of the night. things only got interesting when drinks were being served at the venue. it was the typical screwdriver housepour, with, get this, cubed chin-chow (Grass Jelly. traditional chinese desert). either the chin-chow amplified the effects of the vodka present, or the bartender really didnt hold back on his shots. ejther way, jim and his pal got pretty half-smashed and jim was invited up on stage as part of a dance contest. At that time, jim was too muddled in the head to figure out he'll probably embarress himself up on stage, instead of dazzling everyone (with his newfound two very drunk, very left, feet.) lo and behold, he didnt win the comp, but he remembered a fellow competitor, another fellow drunkard. some american reporter or writer, and he stuck his name tag on his forehead (oh everyone had to wear an adhesive name tag. guess it'd be easier to pick people up. and jim had this werid white hair extentsion. on his short punky hairstyle) they each won a consolation prize of 1 Rush Hour Soundtrack CD.
now there was another participant who was pretty gorgeous and jim and his pal tried to pick her up but she was attached. unfortunately. but through some werid way, jim managed to obtain her number. on the way back, feeling quite pleased with himself (as it was the first time jim actually asked a girl for her number. a feat attributed more to the vodka in the screwdriver chinchow than to sheer balls), jim's pal commented that a fellow female invitee, with her female friend, on the next carriage was pretty cute. jim puffed up his chest and tried to persuade his pal to approach her, just like how jim approached the attached girl previously.
jim's pal refused. so after a pause, jim went ahead to do it himself. he introduced himself and jim's pal. only he was quite drunk, and he did it for 5 or 6 times. already quite embarressed, jim's pal tried to drag jim away, but the recalcitrant jim insisted upon talking to jane, the cuter of the two girls. they got talking, and when they were leaving orchard mrt, jim decided in his infinite wisdom, that he should ask if the two girls were in fact lesbians. the girls laughed incredulously, and it hit jim later, much later, that one of the girls was in fact lesbian (butch) but the girl whom he was interested in wasnt.
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