i guess today wasn't as lucky as i'd thought at the beginning with the whole internet connection working on my laptop. so yeahh, i did say i'll be at black tonight, and i was. if you count making it to the lifts and getting called out for my id. actually i was awfully lucky at the beginning of the night, cos i skipped on the id and got the stamp for re-entry. : ) weee! or maybe not. let me tell you why.

so after selling manymany tickets, rah and i intended to head up to the floor. it was just after midnight, so you can imagine the queue. anyhoo, rah got in through the re-entry section, and i was stopped again. "excuse me miss, we didn't get to check you id just now, do you have it with you?" i honestly didn't have it on me, so i told rah to go on up and get it for me from my bag. later, she comes down and passes me the id. (i shall keep her name out for privacy.) then we headed for the door, and lo-and-behold, there i was, caught. actually i made it through the girl at the door, but the guys didn't want to let me through.

conversation went something like this.

"hi, can i see your id?" i passed him the id.
"what's your name?" i try to recall her name. my memory's lapsing already. the lack of use can rendered my brain somewhat useless to me.
"ic number?" oh shit. my fingers were kinda numb and thinking was becoming a chore.
"date of birth?" brilliant. at least that i could remember. then i carried on to blabber about how it just passed recently. huge mistake. anyway.
"what is your unit number?" now this is a tough one, considering i didn't actually read the card, i was really guessing this one. "13-something, i really can't remember my address. i don't live there anymore, i just moved house a month ago." the actual unit number was 15. oops.
"blood type?" this is another one i had no clue about. but honestly, i also don't know my blood type now. wild guessed this one "O+". the bouncer showed me the card, and i knew i was in for the long one, the card read "A+". brilliant brilliant brilliant me.
so he pulls me aside, "do you know it's a felony to use someone else's identity?" "yeah." "and do you know that i could call the cops on you?" "yeah." a few more questions here and there, then a few name calling and name dropping. believe me, i was numb-numb, not from fear but from the actual fact that a lot of people could get into trouble for this stunt. my girlfriends who helped me for starters. damnit.
so then he gave me the option, to tell him my real details or call the cops on me. like the choice was duh and clear. then he wanted my id, but honest to god, i didn't have it on me. "i don't have it. it's upstairs." "so how?" "can i just write it for you?" "how would i know it's the truth?" and believe this, i said "can i promise you?" haha. yes, i said that - can i promise you? wild. he took it, and i wrote the truth obviously, and asked him if he needed my contact number just in case. hurhur. hey! i know what's good and what's not good to tell aiight : )
so i watched as people entered black, and stood outside at the lift lobby - how nice. the bouncer comes up to me, "i have the power to call the cops you know. so what do you think i should do?" my answer? "i apologise from the bottom of my heart, and i hope you accept it. i do acknowledge that you have the power to call the cops and i understand if you would, but i'm hoping that you won't, and let me off with a warning. but i'll accept any punishment you'll give me, and i'm hoping you won't punish the girls." his reply? "ok, i'll let you off, you're really lucky cause you weren't caught by the cops. if you were, you wouldn't have a warning, they'll just slap your wrists. you'll be banned for a year." he returned the id to the owner. and that's the story.

it's okay with me. a year would fly by quickly, it just would mean no black on my 18th bash. oh well. anyway, i had this bunch of uber good friends who left the floor to join me downstairs - and to say the least, i wasn't moping in sadness or screaming profanities about (what's there to curse at anyway?) so, not dancing was kinda fun.

but i would be back on the 8th of october 2006 to check out what black is really like.

thanks to ren, nneths, shaun "tommy don" and the tmtc, to issey, danny, shaun h., and all who kept me company for the hours that we were at macs chatting our lives away. i appreciate all that you've done for me, even if you were laughing at me, it still lightened my whole day.

and i guess, i really was lucky today.

time to switch on the music in my room, and dance my heart out.

and yeahh, i didn't get to dance the lights out of someone today. maybe i'm lucky in that way too? prolly, from what i heard about the horrors of the dance floor. heh. i am lucky, with friends like the ones i got, i am luckier than a four leaf clover, dozens of rabbits' feet, and hundred of horseshoes. : )

this blog was relevant to a ms. valerie anne from when she was studying mass communications in a singapore polytechnic.

she was aged 16 on her first post, and 18 on her last.

she is currently a freelance emcee-er/hostess.
contact her at
valerieanne @ cheerful.com

some might call me the ultimate sagittarian; free-spirited and whatnot, but i don't believe in horoscopes.

"everything gets complicated when you think. i don't discourage thinking, it's over thinking that i'm worried about." - val


none existent.


i've moved on.

shop alot?


. make Valerie Anne are big name
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" - recommended by derek goh
. open a clip-on earrings shop
. open a cafe
. learn/speak spanish
. skydive over mauritius waters
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. get back into my dancing shoes
. set a world record for the longest time on a roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35. HAHA.


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