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girls' night out!
Thursday, June 01, 2006
first... a shoutout to my dear girl, whom despite suffering frm major jetlag, still accompanied me for a whole nite of dancing and drinking and major embarrassments on my part. thanks babe! i know u're tired but i had alot of fun... and i hope u did too! btw.. my frens said u're hooooooooooot! =P

had a little too much to drink... and i did alot of the unthinkables. the music was loud.. but i think i was a wee bit louder than the music tat people standing at one metre radius ard me could hear wat i said. it was meant to be a whisper but i was too high to realise. and my god, the pointing didnt help! it wasnt meant to be an embarrassment to either party. reali. i tell myself i duno y i sent it... and i reali tot i was improving. but seems like im being hit back to zero each time i see u. i guess she's rite. i was expecting sth out of it, if nt i wouldnt be so bothered by it. i am reali trying. i wanna be able to face u, and nt having to feel sad at all. like hl said, i wanna look back and luff it off.

and why do people like to blog about stuff so indirectly.
glanced at the mirror at 3:41 PM