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dear mr & mrs bloggie…
If no one is just about ready to shoot me now, I reckon I do the said myself. What, when after swearing off that place, I still went out of my own freewill. Shoot me.
Yes, as you might’ve guess mrs bloggie, I had me doing a lil dancing at Double O. Please, for the love of sanity, allow me to blame it on my cousins this time. I should’ve followed Cuz Kat to the lesbo club bah.
But nooooo….. Cuz Ctea, Cuz Nur and Cuz Serena had managed to drag me off the floor by the ears. And by that, I meant convincing me. Whatever. Before I know what I was doing, there I was outside the door of hell.
So, I went for the heck of it. Ehem.
We met Juls and his soccer mates and I hate to say this but it sure felt just like old times. Well, almost.
I regretted every sips of sin I had that night. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. It caused me to do weird stuff and say stupid things. I puked at Spize, again in the cab and, no prize for guessing, outside my house.
Crazy woman managed to go home, quietly, without waking the parental units. Thank goodness. Don’t need ‘em seeing me in my drunken stupor now, do I? *shakes head in shame*
I am nursing my hangover still, and I’ve just asked my Mother to cook Tom yam soup for her poor daughter. Screwed, I’m going to hell.
Bye.
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