drunkenbreath.


Finally home after a crazy night out partying my ass off. Still feeling fresh and energetic and i could so go for another round of clubbing. But the sun is out and the night life has to end momentarily. Cant sleep, and thus, am blogging away.

The night didnt started off well for me; with having to accommodate to the two different groups of people i came with. Undecisive shitheads. Worse; it was a Saturday, and everyone knows how sardine packed MOS is. It was terrible, i tell you. Wrong partying venue. But we survived after the crowd simmered down and had a hell of a time. Ran into so many people from the different walks of life, and it felt good to have met them to catch up, eventhough for a short while. Ouhhh. And Ashwin said ive put on some weight and i got darker. Fucckkk.

From the party of twelve people, im proud to say, i was the last person standing strong. Everyone was either drunk, tipsy, or god knows what happened to them. And all because, Khai was around, and being the ex MOS bartender he was, we were able to get so many free jugs, shots and whatever nots. And to top it all, we had already drunk our ass off earlier, before entering. So you can imagine the adrenaline rush of alcohol in each and everyone's body.

Farrah was the first to get wasted; and never had i imagined myself to be taking care of a drunken shithead. Especially one who was fucking restless and confused. I swear she was going around in circles, dancing with every tom, dick, harry and asking who they were. And i had to be the one running after her, and slapping her face and stuffing her mouth down with ice cubes. Gawdd. I wash my hands off her. But it was because of her shitness that i managed to grab a certain's person's number. Hurhur. Shall not tell her that. (:

Last night's experience was certainly an eye opener for me. I just came to realise a few things. That i dont fancy myself smoking, im a very light drinker, i dont like beer and i love electro/house beats, rather than hiphop/rnb. Contradicting myself, aint i? Heh. And i certainly dont fancy clubbing with people who have very low treshold for alcohol consumption. Bugger.

The night ended with me arguing with the guys about wanting to train back alone, and with them thinking that i, too, was tipsy. For that moment, wanting to be alone just felt like the right thing to do. Slept my way through the journey, and only to realise that i wasnt alone the entire time. An old friend, Syahren, spotted me and sat beside me with friends. Being the asshole he is, he snapped pictures of myself, sleeping, and him making monkey faces. I swear he was being such a jerk. Threatened to post the pictures on his friendster if i didnt join him and friends for breakfast, and i had to drag myself along. Damn fucker, he is. Chill chill kachang at Compass Point before heading over to his place, slacked somemore and he sent me back to mine.

Now its time to head to bed and sleep my ass off for the day. After all that hectic sins done, i suddenly feel like i need my dosage of Ellyas's sane pep talks. I miss you, Ellyas Rezzal. Gawddd. Here are the nicer few pictures to add to my gallery. Definitely no picture of me dozing off. Laters people.