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Tuesday, January 03, 2006 1:12 am
IT'S NEVER TOO LATE I know it is now the third day of a brand new year but I still feel like I had the best countdown-ed ever. Initially Zimo wanted us to head down to Mumbo Jumbo but the door only opens at 10 and we met at 8.30 so we headed down to Esplanade where Zimo and Dini bought 4 bottles of Jim Bean and got drunk. Esplanade was packed like fuck. The drunkards uttered alot of bullshit, yet funny. Haha. After that kan we went to Boat Quay where alot of fucking strangers sprayed that fucking foam at us. Seriously macam chibai. Alright. The foam was fucking soapy and smelly. Countdown-ed at one of the bars alongside of Boat Quay. Fireworks was alright. But too much of it can be scary for me. Haha. Aku kental. After the countdown we went to a few bars again because we did not know what to do next. Err, Sahara? And I forgot the other one. Hoo-something something? Harrr-something something? Both bars were packed with party-ers. And by then, it was already 1 in the morning. Boat Quay was still packed. And the whole place was extreamely dirty I tell ya. MacDonald-ed after which. Obviously a cab home. Mid-night cabs definately ripped off your money out of your dirty pockets. I will post a few pichos to let ya see how much wild fun I had. Woo peedooo dum. Hail 2005. I had a good time that year. And at this very day, I remember telling him how excited I was because I will get to see him again. I remember telling him how excited I was for school. I remember telling him that I love him. I'm sorry but it's time for some emo darlings! Hahaha. Throughout this whole year, I learnt to be more patience. (I never had the patience of a saint before this!). I learnt the value of life. I was broken-hearted. I was dissapointed. I was hurt. I was sad. I was in a bad patch most of the time. But at the end of the year, I am proud to say that I managed to pull myself through it all. 2006. A year of? More happiness? Or the opposite maybe? I don't know what God has in store for me.       Very pimpy!  The clock's ticking away. Tomorow is the first day of school. I want to be a good girl and try to wake up early so I won't be late. But. I'm always the opposite. |