Halloween Party 2008 A.K.A. spewing fest

Alright! I am back! I know… I know… I said that I would write my next story about my trip to Indonesia. I have actually started that story but have not had time to finish it. I am extremely busy these days so I do not have the time or the mood to write stuff. But! Last night was the Halloween party of my company and as I was writing a message to someone telling her about the details of my night… I realized that I could turn this into a blog message. So here it is
So anyway, since it is Halloween, I had to find myself a costume. I decided to go as Hunter S Thompson. Simple, efficient and it is something that I do not feel like punching my own self.
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not bad I think.

Although not everyone though so last night. Not 3/4 of the people knew who I was. Some though that I dressed up as Mark (one of my colleague). Pretty much only the American people knew who I was. And I had to get up on stage to make a mini show which I was not ready at all for... apparently it was written in the invitation email but ii did not read it. So I got up and talked with my cigarette in my mouth and my glass in my hand. I have no idea what I said but the people probably did not understand a single thing which is proper to the character... I mean,... check this out

I was the 4th one to go up on stage. So I had no one to give me a good example and or time to prepare. So no I did not win best costume :(


It was a crazy fuckin night thou... I really got to stop going to company parties. They put on free booze and I think that you saw what happens when I get in bar with free booze *wink*. I go completely nuts and then end up doing things that I regret the next day.

For like an hour I wondered around with a water pistol splashing beer in people's face


I eventually broke the gun when the girl who lent it to me tried to get it back... and I lost her whip as well (she must have been pissed off at me...)

Then I grabbed some girl's fake boobs (I hope that one went down ok otherwise I’m gonna pass for a sexual predator on Monday morning... I also go to her place every week to play badminton)

I also went right in the middle of the companie’s "French community" s and started abusing them all with a French accent from France telling them that I was from France too. So basically I was humiliating a whole bunch of French people right to their faces.

I also stole some guy's card costume that I went around with for a while. It made my body twice as wide and I would just smash into people with it.


And there were lots of vomiting... one of my direct colleague was really drunk. I went out for a smoke. I came back on the dance floor and she was laying face down on the floor spewing her guts out. The people around were either laughing or not doing anything… just kind of looking down at her. So I picked her up and dragged her outside while fighting with some bouncer who was yelling stuff at me. I got her to the river and bought her a bottle of water. She spewed all over my arm… then some of her friends picked her up and I went back inside...

Not too late.. Someone decided that we are going to some club. I decide to bed smart and go with the people who are going home. We get to the cab line and I say “fuck this… I’m jumping the line” so we walk down… hail a cab and then we’re off

It’s not over!

Somewhere in the middle of the ride, the person who was sitting in the front seat of the car starts spewing. No warning what so ever… just liquid coming out of his mouth. At the beginning, I though that he just chocked on a sip of water but, 3 to 4 seconds later, the fetid smell got to my nose. OMG! I could tell that he ate chicken that night but that was really discusting. Obviously, I am feeling severly drunk too and just the smell of vomit can get me to throw up. I reach for the window handle but I cannot find it!!. Panick! Panick! BURP! Buarrrrrrrrf!!! Right on the floor. The driver does not stop, slow down or even wind down his window. I manage to open my window and get some fresh air. My mate at the front continues to spew but since 3 out of 4 windows are open… I can handle. Since I live in pasir ris, I think to myself… “ah shit… I’m the last one and I’m the one who will cope the cleaning fine” but no… nothing. The poor driver… he is going to be smelling this stuff for weeks!!

For the rest of the cab ride, I simply could not stop laughing. I was picturing the scene on a 3rd person perspective. I mean… if you think that you have a shit job… just picture this. You make fuck all money, you drive around rich assholes on a daily basis, there’s no direct future to you job… every day is the same. And just to finish up a shitty day… you have to drive 45 minutes with people throwing up in your car. Then once you finally drop off the drunken idiots who can’t handle their booze.. you realize that even after cleaning the car, the smell is stuck in the carpet and the seats.

Yeah… I definitely felt sorry for the poor bastard. Anyway, the lesson here is… be very careful of drinking hard with people that you have to work with. It is like having sex with work mate… if something goes wrong… the coming weeks will be quite awkward.

Alright sorry for the lack of professionalism in the writing style of this entry… I simply cannot be fuck today…

PS: I lost my goddamn house key