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Last Saturday, I went to a really emo birthday party. I was feeling depressed for the past few days, by going to the birthday made me even more depressed and emo. Even though I had a few friends that I don't wanna see there and they kept asking me things that I don't feel like answering, but I must admit that I had fun lah! Hahahaha... Maybe because of the booze!
They have been my friends since the first year I came to Perth but I don't really mix with them too much because they are working full time now. All they wanna do during weekends are to rest at home and we only hang out when someone is having birthday.
Then one of them started to ask:
P: Eh Sophia, you never feel tired one hor?
S: Tired of what?
P: Clubbing and drinking lah. Every time also see you club and drink. All of us have retired and you are still the only one clubbing away like no tomorrow.
S: Eh, I cut down a lot already k. At least I don't go clubbing every Saturday now, only once in awhile.
P: I think none of us here can challenge you, no one can beat your stamina.
Hmmm... I do feel tired most of the times. I do need a lot of rest and sleep. But somehow I just don't feel like resting too much sometimes. I mean, I don't mind cutting down on drinking and clubbing when I start work. But just not now, my heart is still playful.
Then I don't know why... I am not the birthday girl that night and everyone started to be interested in my life stories. They started to bombard with questions like whether I am still together with my bf? How's the relationship? How's everything? Still keep in touch? How do I feel having a long distance relationship? blah blah blah.... Fuck! I hate people asking me about my relationship and I certainly do not want to answer all those questions!
So, I started to become more and more emo and drank a lot, drunk like hell. I wanted to join my other friends at Metro that night but I didn't go in the end coz I know that I would burst out crying at Metro if I drank a little bit more. So, I ended up crawling back home, called a friend and cried to him.
I wanted to call my babe, but I know that she would have slept like a pig and didn't wanna call her. I was soooooooooooo fucking desperate to talk to someone and realized that that someone is not asleep yet and will be willing to listen to my useless crap emo shits. Thanks heaps Jirou!
So......
No more fucking emo-ness now!!! I hate that feelings!
sOphia.G
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Tuesday, April 08, 2008 
6:27:00 PM 
