Post Birthday Blues


Ok, this proves it.

I'm totally not a good drinker.

This is the second time that I've officially gotten wasted and aka made a scene outta myself.

I refuse to accept this fact though, this fact that I can't go beyond anything than a glass of vodka.

What exactly did I drink? Let's see.

- One glass of Screwdriver (vodka with orange)
- Many many sips of Long Island Tea
- One shot of pure, plain vodka (really potent stuff)


How can it be, right? That I could actually get myself drunk on the above.

I think my system just totally rejects alcohol. *looks around for more excuses*

Can't recall how many times I've puked, but I left several prints behind outside Zouk and Phuture. Er-hem.

Thanks to my good gal-pals though, who took good care of me. Oh yah, and a male colleague was really helpful as well.

At least I only get drunk when I know that I'm in good hands.

So cut me some slack, yah? heheh.

Ok, back to more sleep. Ta-dah!

And that makes me officially 23. Boo hoo.