Sunday, October 15, 2006

so i did get wasted... just a lil

so i did get wasted at the party for a while. after drinking 2 cups of neat vodka and another 2 cups of vodka mix with 7 up, i swam. god... wrong move erinn.. wrong move. pulse rate >100 per minute, alcohol gushing through my blood stream heading to my brain then....*poof* on High state for a while. i smell like vodka and can't go home smelling like that. after a while my head was so heavy and i needed to puke.
felt so much better and rest, while enjoying watching albert getting all high and drunk after 7 neat vodka. it was practically a suicide act because this is his first time getting drunk. it was funny at first when he was all happy + talking crap loudly + the way he fell on the floor flat (sounds so painful but obviously he didn't feel it) and playing in the pool. but then things got pretty ugly later. poor alby. politea got worried because he might die. then i started to get worried too. the chances are there ppl for drunk virgins. alcohol can really kill you. it's a sciences thing. don't know? go look it up.
the look on sarah's face when she has to do the dare: french kiss the same sex. she didn't because it's against her "policy". tell me about it. the saddest thing was, i was sarah's first kiss. terrible.
i love ernie's big ass. i always tell her that.
kelvin swam so fast..beating the rest of guys...turned me on.
waited for albert to stop puking and to gain back a lil consciousness. we drove him back to OUG. in OUG, suddenly that baby wanna go back to noriko's place at sunway. ish!! so no choice, i drove kelvin's car and he drove al's car. got drunko albert back safe to noriko's place at 2.30 am finally. mission accomplished! kelvin and i felt so relieved. once we dropped the dush bag our bodies kinda drop dead and suddenly we felt so weak.
he drove me home and i got worried that he'll be sleepy while driving home. it was 3.30 am.
today, i'm still so tired. bet tomorrow my muscle will ache. lotsa assignments to go! Aargh!!

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