Thursday, March 15, 2007, 9:34 AM
Right.
It's 9.45am.
I woke at bloody 9am.
And cldn't go back to sleep.
Clubbing yst was pretty fun.
I've never gone clubbing with:
my da-sao.
someone who calls me hamster.
a little irritating runt of a birthday boy.
my second kor.
amongst other ppl.
But hey,
when you're high,
and you really don't give a fuck,
everything seems pretty great.
=D
St James was ok.
Wasn't fantastic.
The music was all up and down,
the crowd was pretty diverse,
but the service there,
seemed a tad better than other clubs.
A tad.
maybe cos they're new.
Birthday Boy got wasted so fast,
and I wasn't surprised.
We finished a Martell,
just got started on Hennessy,
and he was forced
a Graveyard,
a Lambo,
3 tequila shots.
Someone had to finish another 6
tequila pop for him.
Poor guy.
I wldn't celebrate my birthday with them,
they are scary ppl.
0.o
Clubbing followed by dimsum is great.
Except,
when u drink,
and overeat,
u get nauseous.
So I was pretty much that,
on the way home.
But I didn't puke yay.
And despite getting to sleep,
at only 4am plus,
I'm up now,
for God knows what reason.
I think my body's clockwork,
is totally screwed up.
I shall attempt to go back to sleep now.
Wow,
Liting the bugger,
just told me an interesting observation,
of hers.
It's funny.
AND SO NOT TRUE.
tsk tsk if she allowed it,
I wld tell u.
My mother just called my father a monkey.
At the top of her lungs.
And I wonder why I'm so strange.
let’s doodle
