For once this week…
I’ll write normally.
I know i haven’t been cos of the PassedOutBen Editions.
Plus my schedule has been keterlaluan over this week.
I really wanted to go to Zouk as usual last night.
Drink like a fish and dance like a slut.
But.
I passed out.
Can you imagine.
I passed out.
On a Thursday night.
On of my favourite nights.
From 9pm to 5am.
Now i’m awake to do my homework before going for work.
-_-
My Slut has been marvelous to fetch me to work everymorn.
Though i think its terrible to influence each other into going back to sleep when we wake up.
And making us both late.
It’s a Friday.
It’s a Friday.
IT’S A FRIDAY!!
WEEKEND!
I feel like drinking Malibu now.
Crikey, it’s 7:15. Gt get back to my hw before i have no time.
PassedOutBen - 2nd Edition
Well, well… after intelligently playing *four* games in which three of them finished a bottle, I observed them in amusement.
One of those rare times, when there are so many more drunk people than me.
I don’t get it… the couch was pretty spacious. But they were both bonding on one end… hMM.
woops, correction. Friday night.
oh. we were so composed and sober. like angels.
*Interruptive thought*
A few ppl have been mentioning to me that other blogs have started putting colourful symbols and fonts on their photos.
“But it’s just like yours, you not pissed meh…” - Ash
“Watudu… nvmind la.”
“I hate copycats.” - MediumBen
“I like ponies.”
Okay well, no. I didn’t say that. I can’t remember what i said to Ben.
Oh we’re straying from the party. Let’s go back shall we.
The girls and i played cards after that.
And yet… we were still okay. We rule.
Malibu. Cures tired skin. Wrinkles. Unhappiness. And the like.
So he forced me to have another taken. By him this time.
His face damn pei. Classic.
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