drnkrd mnkys.

yeah, drunkard monkeys.

that's the exact phrase i'm gonna use to address my peeps the next time we go club and they get drunk. don't worry virgo, i don't mention names.





we went to shake our booties on the 27th. errm, i would say it's on the 28th-la actually. the clock striked 12 after a few minutes we entered.

28th..28th..28th..i recalled many memories. some were too sweet. and some were just too bitter. it's so bitter you don't wanna fucking think about it. well well well, i guess memories are not meant to be forgotten :)

but anyway,

i was expecting myself to be the drunk-est by the end of the night

and even try to get myself tipsy but to no avail. it's been awhile since i last left the club puking my lungs out and walking as though i was floating -_-"

trust me, i can still drive myself all the way back to ryan's place after our clubbing session. fucking conscious. but lucky shit no road blocks-la.

many of us went. but we only managed to mingle around with a few people. hrmmm. but that night was great, except knowing the fact that ryan waited for me until 4 in the morning.

SOWEE :( *shows innocent face*

we left the club early actually. but because a few UN-drunk people have to handle the drunk ones, we arrived home EARLIER.