Romp was an
overwhelming success, such that when we reached around 11pm, we decided to head over to DXO. Helped Hakeem get his noob friends and Jade into Zouk with fake ids done on the spot(Jordan's and mine). Passers-by all gave me this 'WHOA, GENIUS' look.
I'm awesome.
DXO was rocking. Party was good, music average but the crowd good-looking. There were a few perverts here and there, forever trying to assassinate me with their ugliness. Hideous monstrosity. The DJ was very what-the-fuck. This was what he said:
"I need ten hot girls on the bar top, then the whole club gets free drinks!"
After ten girls got onto the bartop, he said:
"See the toilet sign on the right? There's your free drink."
!@#$%
After that, headed over to Yaoen's with Lace, Liteng and Andrea to sleep over. Stupid galzx were scaring themselves so none of us managed to get any winks.
Class outing in the morning. I wanted to die, felt so shagged that I could sleep at East Coast Park. Pretty fun nonetheless. THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE WHO TURNED UP WAS LIKE THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE AT ROMP LA, SO MANY PLEASE.
Tskkk.
Stayed at Macs with Whisky Jedi and Bernie and talked about nothing. Reached home at 9.30pm.
Some 25-year-old numbskull by the name of Alvin can't stop harassing me. Calls and texts non-stop, that creep. I wish he'd fuck off.
Yeah, my day was basically like that. I have a club match tomorrow, yet I am meeting Lace for a chick flick. Maybe I could get my geog and econs essay done tomorrow and leave lit shit to Sunday.
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Note to self: I must really tackle the low blood sugar problem of mine. My eating habits are not exactly helping either. It's taking its toll on me, I can feel it. You can talk to me about something and the next second, I'm tuned out and paying attention to nothing. My reactions and responses are lagging too, I respond like a minute after a question is asked. It happened when Joel was talking to me. I'm not trying to be Michael Buble but I find myself swaying too.
Rachel, you need to resolve this.
