de best clubbing of summer.

last night was vaavaaavoooom!
(:
elliot, joshua, ken & i
went to prahan, Station hotel, for a mini M.U.M.U.S. gathering.
(btw, mumus= Monash Uni Medical Undergrads Society)
WE HAD THE BEST TIME OF OUR LIVES!!
free entry for mumus pple,
free drinks till a certain time.
(but even when we had to pay, a mug of beer was $2!)
we literally danced the night away,
and i clearly discard my misconception of how med students CANT party hard.
OMGGGGGg.
they partied like animals.
we made literally a hundred frens.
(lemme try to rembr....)
-van, jed, kate, adam, ian, dorothy, thicska, vina, another elliot, louise, ETC ETC
-alotttttt of year 1s and 2s!
-mumus vice president n president.
-hottt bouncers & bartenders. (:
EVERYTHING IN PACK. (:yayyyyy.
and it was funny.
cos i drank soooo f*cking much
(espppp with joshua!)
and mixed so many drinks and shots and whatnots.
and both me n him ended up f*ckin high.
hahahahhahaha.
he didnt make it long enough to get home,
so he stayed over at mine.
wahaha,
he was the funniestttttt guy.
we talked so muchhhhhh and never quite got to sleep.
pouts*.
and he was sooo high
(thank god i wasnt)
that he talked all the nonsenseeeeee you can imagine!!
from getting a med tattoo (LOL. big LOL)
to guy& girl boxers,
from sleepwalking
to HAIR (go figure.)
from MEDICAL terms which really made me scared of med school.
to retarded racist jokes (that we BOTH knw).
from RUSSELL PETERS! (i like~!)
to self-entertaining mimicks & gossips.
and megg, you wont believe how much funny f*cks i got to tell ya!
heeeeeeeeeheeeeeee.
yes meg, its pay back time.
to those whores.

in addition to our high-gastrovinticitis-epidermic,
i woke at 7am (yes. SEVEN)
to cook him breakfast cos we both were hungry.
but his cuzzie's gf came to pick him up so early that he didnt get to eat anything.
pardon me,
im not pitying his empty stomach,
but my wasted efforts!
POUTPOUTPOUT.
): roarrrrrrrrrr.

oh well shit happens.
ohh and we both decided to skip O-week cos we couldnt be f*ckedddd.
really.
he had a hangover.
and had to drive his cousin to school.
and I,
had sucha bad stomachache,
that we both concluded that the only cure for such a tragedy
(no, it wasnt medicine)
is KFC.
(:

there goes my only form of escape frm cellulite.
and welcome fats!!
sigh.

despite the perfect party and an upcoming one (again) on thursday,
i wasnt that happy.
over the pure fact that you ruined it.
totally.
you blew my one chance of tryin to get thru to you.
you bumped me outta your league and made me the bad man.
you degraded me,
my blood.
you made me guilty to have attended COMPULSORY parties and UNI functions.
im sorry if its not in singapore's retarded mind to have drinkin sessions as an ice-breaker.
but it is such here.
and i cant change that.
you're nt here to see how i cry myself to sleep
cos of YOUR ineffectuality.
and you're blind, deaf and mad to have missed all the signs.
YES there were signs.
ohwaiittt, NOT EVEN SIGNS.
they were DIRECT words that came so immense,
that you chose to dismiss.
thanks baby love,
the reason i awake and now i wish i didnt,
the one who promised the world but did only so much.
thank you for the false hope.
the cheatings and lies.
the pain you inflict on OTHERS just being you,
just existing.
thank you.