so this time i got sloshed again, only because i downed about 6 glasses worth of vodka, martell, and bombay.

 

it was so bad, i was walking stumbling around the bar declaring my drunken state to everyone, got coerced into doing something that’s unspeakable but unfortunately, a very good photo opportunity (i will personally see to it that the pictures do not get posted up hor, UNCLE JAY!), and scared Teh Si half to death by asking him if he wanted a kiss as payment for getting my bag.

 

the poor boy muttered a "er, no thanks, i think you better head home" and scurried away.

 

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i was so wasted, i was led out by a very kind TK to take a short walk because according to him, "walking raises your metabolism rate and makes you feel better".

 

someone needs to verify that statement cause i don’t quite believe him.

 

the conversation between me and him during the walk went something like that (from what i can remember) : 

 

me: "how do you know if someone’s drunk?"

 

tk: "oh, you know it. they can’t walk in a straight line."

 

me: *indignantly* "but i can!"

 

i then attempt to prove my point by walking along the road divider while there are cars heading towards me.

 

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so apt right, the emoticon.

 

but anyway, i didn’t die, and instead, felt the urge to pee.

 

so i declared it.

 

tk: "eh, there’s a macdonald’s in front. we’ll head there so you can relieve yourself okay?"

 

me: "but mac’s a family restaurant! i can’t possibly walk in and let them see me drunk!"

 

tk: "it’s already 12.30 am my dear. there won’t be any families in there to see you drunk." 

 

me: *ponders for abit* "true, but aiya, let’s head back to plush to pee."

 

i then get pulled back to plush where i totally forgot about peeing until i reach home.

 

Vandalin who sent me home also noted that i kept punching my cheeks during the ride because according to him, i was continuously chanting, "my face feels numb!".

 

no wonder my hamster cheeks seemed to have grown quite abit since friday.

 

 when he finally dropped me off, he hung around for abit in the car, watching me make my way down the path in full glory of my drunken stupor, just to make sure that, i quote him, "don’t stumble and fall flat on your face."

 

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and so i conclude that i’m a scary force to reckon with when i’m drunk.  

 

anyway, the mother’s going away on a week-long holiday starting wednesday!

 

i’ve already planned out what i’m going to do during the weekends when she’s not around, and so far, the plans looks like this: "sleepover", "good food", "alcohol", and "tadpoles." 

 

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 yes, that’s how excited i am.

 

mischief’s spelt m-u-m’-s-n-o-t-a-r-o-u-n-d and i sure am getting into a whole lot of it!

 

will post pictures of my tadpoles when i get them!

 

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