zouk out was the shits.

it all started out fine.

then i had to see people on drugs. they looked possessed.

and then i had to be grabbed by some ang moh. i know maybe to some people it's not really considered molestation, so you don't really care, but i am pissed off about it.

and then there had to be a guy running around shutter happy.

seriously. i can tell u brought the camera just to get a high from capturing girls going wild on film, but i'm sorry. I DO NOT WANT TO BE YOUR SUBJECT U FREAKING PERVERT.

and of course, there were tons of people making out.

you know, i don't think i'm ever going to zouk out again. or at least not with the same bunch of people i went with this time.

i think the best part of the night was when felix came around like a night in shining armour, looped my arm around his arm, and escorted me home safe in his ride. and listened to me complain about the whole night, while going, 'there, there. you're safe now.'

throughout last night, i only met one guy (felix, DUH.) who was really... a gentleman. because he was nice as a friend, and not saying stuff to get me to bed. which was more than what i can say for all the things i saw last night.

also, i've learnt who i can trust and depend on as a friend. and most importantly, who i CANNOT.

God, i hate drunk people. i hate perverts. i hate druggies. i hate ang mohs and short ugly singaporeans who think they can come up to you.

and i hate knowing the true side of people i thought would be there for me.