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the ugly side of me.
Friday, December 24, 2010 @ 4:37 AM
Here I type sober after an EPIC xmas party at the lighting store.
I cannot remember what happened but here you go, the ugly side of me. I love-hate my colleagues now because they got me wasted for the first time ever. Grace-the sole survivor sound asleep now after uploading all the unglam pics on FB. Private of course.
Oh gosh. Alchohol is f* evil.
Me and Gracie. And the party begins.
The above. Cause of ALL unglam snapshots.
Chang Tat took this shot. Omgggg Grace told me he was taking care of me the whole night...got me warm water to drink, saw me vomit and entertained me blabbering nonsense.
I don't recall touching any of that champagne. That whiskey on rocks got me real hard.
ALL WASTED. 'cept for Grace who of course took pictures of ALL the epic moments. Mak-BEST BOSS EVER (in polo tee). I remembered him singing to me in the toilet when I was trying to puke. Super funny.
Chui max.
Nice tipsy shot.
That's Chang Tat. Saviour of my night. He drank like hell loads too but guess he can really hold his liquor. Urghh. I've got apologies to make on Monday when I get back to work!!!
Woah. 5 now. Head's still spinning but since I gotten sober, can't really get back to sleep. It's been awhile since I did a stayover...prob can't get used to not showering before sleeping.
They are all still sleeping soundly and I swear cleaning up is gonna be a bitch. I see a half eaten cold turkey, empty bottles of vodka, a smashed logcake, chips all over the floor, leftover buffet food...etc. Eeesh.
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Sigh. Doubt there is any chance that anyone will return my lappy.
I don't know why but first person I thought of texting was you... it's like you always come to my mind when I am at my most down or most exhilarated moments. Like how I texted you after I completed my marathon or like the other time when I couldn't go to Perth and told you I was upset; and the afternoon when I lost my lappy, crying like hell in the middle of the road. Somehow knowing that you'll acknowledge my texts comforts me. I can't put words to the comforting feeling you bring trying to cheer me up when in fact, you're not obliged to do so anyway.
Thanks 強. :)
You know, I miss those text marathons we used to share before our hectic school lives started.
In fact, right at this very moment, I miss you. Like a lot.
