I had a house party on Sat night. I haven't seen all my friends in Perth for almost 5 weeks and they were badgering me to have my famous house parties so that we could all gather together and catch up. So we had about 15 people over at my place this time, and it was nice meeting everyone again. And we decided to go clubbing after the party, so a bunch of us dressed up, and we headed to Northbridge, Perth's clubbing district, to spend the night dancing.

Talk about eventful. First, we went to a gay club. So there were women who looked like men, and men who were dancing very gay-ly to ...gay music? And cross dressers, whose balls were so tightly squeezed into spandex that I felt sorry for them. I dont even know how to describe the music. Cross between euro trash-pop-house music. Of course, everyone knows I don't dance to trash like that so I was just watching from the sides while Mark and the rest danced. Like lunatics. Hahaha. And this very gay man kept winking at me, which of course made me very uncomfortable and we left the gay club at midnight cos I was dying.

So we decided to go to another club, and there was a really long line, but Ryan's like..No, we should just get in line cos the music's really good here. So we queued. In the cold. For 45 mins. And it was about 3 degrees that night. And I was wearing a skin tight, knee length, tube dress with heels. Yes, I had a jacket on but it was still freezing! I swear, it was so cold, my nose almost froze. I felt like a human icicle. After 45 mins of painful waiting, n it was our turn to go in, the bouncer said we couldn't go in cos MARK WAS WEARING CARGO PANTS. I was so freaking pissed off. So of course, since Mark couldn't go in, all of us didn't go in as well, and we went to have kebabs. Hahaha. I know, damn random. But I was hungry, and grumpy, so kebab it was. After kebab, we went into a sex shop. I saw the weirdest things there. I will not even describe it but let's say it was an eye opener.

By then it was almost 2 in the morning and we decided to try another club and we managed to get in. And I had a blast. I love dancing and it has been a while since I danced the way I danced that day. 2 straight hours. Non stop. Good music, good company, good crowd. Ryan's a really good dancer so we danced up a storm. We got back at 4am and Rushika and Ryan slept over my place so when we got back to my place, I made tea, and the 4 of us talked till 6 in the morning.

Man, I tell you. Sunday was so painful. We woke up at 11am, had brunch, went to a Sports bar where we had drinks (I had a soft drink. Relax.) and then we went to catch a movie. We watched Hancock. Will Smith's in it. It's pretty good in a ludicrous sort of way. But yeah, by the time I got home, it was only 630pm but I was exhausted cos I've been on the ball for 24 hours, minus 4 hourse of sleep. And I slept at 8pm on Sunday night.

But I had such an awesome weekend. It was so nice seeing everyone again. I can now say I am truly happy. :) Even though I am a bit pissed cos I have lessons from Mon to Fri, 9am-2pm. But I'll deal with it cos Anri and Foiza is doing the same unit as me. At least I have friends.

Ok, as always, me and pictures. Not much though. Just a few.

The house party with my friends.



The rest of the pictures are taken at 5am, after we got back from the club.

That's Ryan, massaging Rushika's legs. She was wearing her new Nine West boots and wanted to die.



Darling Mark.



Ryan. He's from Vietnam. And very pervy. But funny pervy. Not scary pervy.



Rushika and me. Love the dress? That's Fatima's dress. She couldn't fit into it anymore so she gave it to me. It is so gorgeous. Only drawback? Tight as hell. Permanently have to suck in my stomach.



And the whole group. :)



Did I mention that I love being a student? I'll miss this when I go back home.