the game

yesterday night i was out with joey (joey's this really cool gadget-chick). we went to catch soccer, at.... zouk. its NOT MY SUGGESTION at all, but somehow when she suggested zouk i had a feeling she knew i wun turn her down. Zouk's soccer is totally sucky- small screen, no atmosphere, and lack of commentary. But the company more than made up for it (i dun mean joey, she's still as boring, fiddling with her gadgets instead of dancing)

Joey introduced (well actually its the 2nd time we met) me to this guy called Mervyn whom she claims would hit if off with me. while i read "the art of seduction" and "how to talk to anyone", he swears by this book called "the game". and we started talking about picking up girls. (he aspires to be a PUA: pick-up artist) He's eternally funny, and the way he can conjure up every "expression weapon" on cue is masterful. i love to socialise. the deejay spinning in winebar last night is actually joey's friend. (how cool is that) He and mervyn are equally rubbish, and they make good conversation.

and so it was agreed that joey would apply for leave on the last thursday of sept so that she can join us for mambo night during recess week. coolness. ok gotta run. i need that book!