Bacardi Breezer. Jagerbomb. Beer. Vodka Redbull. Lychee Martini. Something funny with pineapple in it. Tequila shot.

Boo. Alcohol tolerance went down by sooooo much. Damn embarassing. But the night was so random and fun. From going over to FashionBar and landing ourselves in DblO where just as I came down from putting my bag in the holding area, we bumped into Gene! Or rather, ♥Trex saw him and then it's the end of the story.

It isn't weird to go clubbing, just the two of us, after all. Although I did have a dream that we want St. James instead of DblO and there was equal amount of madness there. Now my nose is leaking, I have to rush to get ready for class and attend my nephew's hair-shaving thingy later on. Also, Harold & Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay!

I shoulda brought the camera but in the midst of all that fun, nahhh. Would have been nice to document the night and go over it and laugh over our silly drunken antics.

I said a lot of things about my hidden insecurities that night. I wake up wondering if I felt relieved or if I felt more worried. I try to hide the things that go about in my head and play havoc with my imagination and heart. I suppose at that point, it just came down to how I'm so tired of my own twisted perverse delusions and I just want them to stop. I wanted to know, forever and ever, I won't be left behind or be second-best. That feeling truly sucks.

You've really been a gem and I wonder just how the hell in the world you ended up with me. Maybe that's why it's so hard to believe eh?

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