Bottle of Teacher's whisky and the hang over that is now no more
The joy from the tennis was short lived, the sun, our physical condition, the hang over only from drinking drinking 5 glasses mixed with coke. you could say i got no alcohol tolerance, but i'm quite content with that. i spend less on booze, but the problem is not knowing when to stop. so tentatively i'm flying off on the 5th and returning on the 24th. damn see lah!!! tell my aunty go book the ticket online yesterday coz promotion still on, she said she got other things to worry about. come this morning, the ticket price went up by 300 . in total including airport tax my ticket to melbourne is like 1000+. when i could have got everything at 700+. my aunt sometimes is so full of shit, but i wanna travel on the same plane as my friends. one of my best friends has offered to accomodate me at his place, but he ain't gonna be there cos he misses his mummy, so he's flying back to SG while we all partyyyyy like crazyyyy. he was like 'OF COURSE you can stay les!', somehow i felt relieved that we are still friends at that level, and nothing has changed, that he'll always trust me and vice versa. anyways i'm actually trying my best to save my allowance and not splurge too quickly, but i have an impulsive manner in doing everything, especially when it comes to shopping. when i feel the need for a tiger beer, i just buy one, from there it just does not stop. it pisses me off when i can't reach that level of high, so buying just a single beer is a waste of my time, but buying 4 beers will dry my wallet in no time. this is just a lousy rant, but can't help especially when delusion kicks in, when realitys not crystal clear, when the pain in your chest just doesn't go away. when you feel like fucking, because your still a virgin, when you feel the need to let loose but can't because of your surronding, when suddenly undischarged depression, anger takes control of your senses, you wanna smash something but you just can't, because i'm a wuss when it comes to pain, a concrete wall is just too much for my fist.

3 Comments:
cock. save money lah. drink my whisky and gin. keep your wallet for Melbourne.
you always encourage me to save money what. hahahaha
exactly. that's why you can have my alcohol.
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