It was long ago that I last updated you on my life. Nothing much is really happening just that I am working my arse out to earn, earn and earn. Time can be turned to money and so I'd rather work than stay at hm.

Ever since the pay went up to 9 an hr, I haven't been getting a life. Its like it flew off the window. But I gt my life back last nite.

Met Leon at Clarke Quay station at 8.30pm (was supposed to be 8pm, but I was late). We were thinking of places that both of us haven't been to yet and so decided on Dbl O. Contrary to what I've heard abt the place being Mat-ified and Minah-fied, it wasn't last night.

And so the drinking begin. Trust me not to eat first before drinking. WTH. I got high like so much faster. Once again, I get the chance of not being the mother hen of the night.

By some time in the morning, I was way beyond my capacity of control. The puking started and thank god Leon was there to bring me out. Or I would have fallen of the stairs if I were to get out by myself.

Fresh air did me good. But it came to the point that I needed to slp badly. But I couldn't. Cause everytime I close my eyes, I get tickled and I would sprang up again. After some time we went back in to get my bag. But I ended up dancing again. They were playing Low *who doesn't wanna dance when they play that song???* My one song became two and then three and I don't rmb how many else.

Till finally we took my bag and I was safely brought to the cab where I conked out throughout my whole journey till I was nearing home. The night was fun. I need another session. Anyone interested?

12:56 PM