this is me

'hating on the club' by rihanna is one of my all-time fav songs. in fact, it has been my ring tone ever since i came to know the song.

it is definitely not the song i am going to blog abt. it is part of the name of the song tt i wann to blog abt.

it was a sudden plan tt my fren wanted to hit the club. i hesitated at first cos

#1
i hv got 2 midterms nxt wk

#2
fyp

#3
i promised my fren to help her in writing essays for her scholarship application.

#4
i wanted to fin 'act like a lady, think like a man'

but. (an expected but...hahha)

the nxt thing i knew was, 4 of us in the club.

shenanigans.

it was a sad place i would say. it was extremely difficult to get them into euphoric state. the live band was great and thr was a dance floor. problem was, NO ONE ON THE DANCE FLOOR!!!

the mood was so down despite of the loud music. ironically, it was rather peaceful...hahha...

fortunately, the atmosphere switched the last one hr we were thr. i was the first to get drunk. yeah, again. my fren had to get me out of the ladies. i did not slp in thr this time. thr was no sofa provided. went into the ladies earlier to prepare the rejection of my fd intake.

finally, the atmosphere did get heated up. i kenot rmb how long we were on the dance floor. all i rmb is, it was tiring. we left aft finishing the bottle of black label. i dn think i finished mine and alr lost the battle with alcohol. lols.

i did not drunk dial anyone this time. phews~ gd thing. but. my fren told me tt i talked alot. alot as in, ALOT. he said tt i kept everything to myself and at one go, i played bc everything tt i hv kept. i talked for 2 hrs non-stop! this is so embarrassing. argh~ i even make complaints on mr. liau in the whole 2-hr session of talking. this is not the worst part yet. the worst was i even said things like jumping down from my hostel. *shake head* i must be vr drunk...

my another fren, not any better, blurted all secrets, slpt in the bath tub, talked non-stop. i guess we were both trying to release stress.

pity another two frens could not rest cos of the need to take care of us. thank yous.

it was madness. spending tt amt of money for this form of escape from the cruel reality temporarily. hangover. waking up wif rashes, sore throat, headache and most of all, heartache...

the nxt time, i will make sure tt i am sober in, sober out. oj, pls.