whoah.
finally recovered fully from wednesday night. so much for ladies night, it was really quite fun at the club, and in retrospect, funny towards the end, but at the same time embarrassing and sinful. i think i learnt my limit the harder way; don't ever hit the big 10. the music was great though, and the alcohol really let me have my fun on the dance floor. or platform thing. haha kamya, you're the "pro", 10 and still thinking straight.
anyway, so i'm the emotional drunk. wth. thank goodness kamya was there man. you're the best. consoling me as i cry for the taxi driver, cry for you, cry for my brother, and towards the end, the reasons merged into one, as i cried for the world(??). i think i was at the stage where, i didnt realise what i was doing seemed ridiculous to anyone else, to me, everything seemed really logical in my mind. like, telling the taxi driver to drive to tanahmerah so i could withdraw money for him. slowing down after i fell whilst running down the escalator at tanah merah. i could still think halfway straight, just that i couldnt do what i wanted to do as efficiently.
anyway, if there's anything i'm thankful for, i'm glad we did it together man. this hell of an experience. haha only a psychotic drunk best friend would tell you, "if i'm your best friend you'll get into this cab and i'll PAY ok i'll pay"-though i had maybe a dollar in coins. and only my best friend would have realised i was out of my mind, yet listened and gotten into the cab with me. hahaa.
anyway, now we know huh? so, no more clubbing for a long time. thank goodness my parents are in korea.
you're my best friend and nobody'll be able to replace you ever man. respect. i'm one lucky bugger. don't mess with that.