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I got totally intoxicated last night at dbl-o. Went on a 120 "Sex-on-the-beach" shots, 40 tequila shots and 1 "Waterfall" binge. Wait, before you go "Wah real anot? You alone drink so much meh? Wanna drown yourself ah?" lemme explain that I had company although as much as I can recall I only knew half of the crowd I was with that night. I figured I'd downed probably around 12 SOB shots and 6 teqs with the Waterfall finishing me off. The worse part was I wasn't able to pull the plug on all that poison in me and thus went home in a stupor, a tangy sour aftertaste in my mouth and fell flat on my pillow without a shower.

Okay, so it isn't anything to be proud of, much less talked about. People get drunk every week; you'd see dismail damsels prowled on all fours on the streets outside clubs, weeping their poor hearts out over some sordid failed relationship and thrawling the kerbs with remnants of their dinner. And of cos you have your weekly staple of the local ah beng or military personnel (honestly I can't tell the difference anymore) lashing out expletives which will eventually get you a live telecast of a typical episode on the Discovery channel.

I mean, can't they all get a room or something?

Maybe clubs should introduce some kind of "holding area" for such instances. Like maybe a lushy room with unlimited supplies of tissues, sofas decked with cutesy cuddly cushions and melancholic ala My-Heart-Will-Go-On tunes playing in the background just in the mood for the sappy whiners; and for the "kids", a padded asylum-madhouse-type adorned with a miscellaneous assortment of plush replica weaponry (those like American Gladiator type) and not forgeting adrenalin pumping techno/euro beats to get the neantherdal in them going. We wouldn't want them to hurt themselves now do we? And of cos each with its own restrooms for the convenience of washing up and err...ya...right.

Okaaaayyy. So I'm still hungover. Heck. Anyways, its the holiday season. I'm still up for more. Let's make merry. Hey wait, are those stars I see hovering over my monitor?

Is it just me or is half of my blog still in italics?

::Moods and Muses::
Amon Amarth - Versus the World

"你信就行﹐不信就不行。" - 馬大龍 from "我和殭尸有個約會3 之永恆國度"

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