The night at Zouk which was never all that fun

My hair takes almost an hour to dry if i sit right in front of the fan.
In the mean time, let me ramble abit.

I just got back from Zouk. Honestly, i think the entire novelty of clubbing has worn off. And i mean COMPLETELY worn off. It was the first time, that i felt so bored at zouk. So my darling oversea friends, no more zouk when you guys are back, lets head to bala instead. Not too sure why maybe it's because

1. I was the driver, and i had limitations on alcohol intake
2. the music wasn't too right
3. it was really crowded, weaving through crowds, brushing against sweaty bodies.

I really don't recall clubbing being like that last time. Not in Skygarden at least, where the crowd was friendly, the right amount of dancing space, the cushions, the cheap drinks, and of course, M. wahaaha. But i digress.

So, what i got out of this night of clubbing were, 2 fucking cigarette burns. CB. No thanks to Emmie. A back ache, cigarrette smelling hair, probably 5000dm^3 of second hand smoke.

Hmm, i still don't understand how this whole nicotine addiction works. Why would anyone want to make themselves smell bad? I say, stick to weed better. (you know i'm kidding) I still refuse to smoke, thats the bottom line.

When i was driving back home with Hobs, there was road block. This very polite police women greeted me "Good morning mam, where are you heading"? "simei i said", and she said i could go.
This is abit weird. I don't understandwhy they block roads at times. To catch a suspect? To check if you're not drunk? dunnoe.

really disorientated these days. even my thoughts are in a mess. Alot of things to settle, before i get down to serious business.

On the agenda tmr

Send daddy to the hospital to check in at 330pm. He has hyperthyroidism. Pills probably may not be all that effective, so the doctor's removing a portin of his thyroid glands, so that thyroid production will be back to normal. His basal metabolism is rocket high.

I gotta fold the clothes in my wardrobe, because its one big pile of clothes in side

Polish the piano

Keep the 4 bags i have lying on the floor

Do my laundry (yes i wash all of my clothes myself, ever since i came back from Sydney)

Plan Mother's Day

Send brother to tuition/fetch from school


p/s: thanks hobs for your mouse. kickass. hahah. You love the man wearing a looney tunes shirt on the podium,who tried to offer you his lighter during some belinda carlise song about leaving the lights on. HAHAHAHH