Tuesday, December 06, 2005
[2:27 PM]

fake IDs (mine was Adam's... yes i know...);
two rounds of weird tasting juice;
bad music (or so a friend claimed);
SA girls in (funny) prom dresses;
hands were everywhere;
infamous school couples snogging;
scandalous photos;
extremely crowded dance floor (full of the same old people we meet in school);
uncomfortable shoes;
a really high Char;

everything came down to a slightly high, tired, very broke me...
the contents of my wallet thinned amazingly fast,
and when i woke up this afternoon, i realised i have no more voice,
somehow i lost it with no apparent reason...



now, don't anyone dare tempt me into going shopping unless if ur treating me,
because i am oh-so-broke,
and i need to save up for Tralala :)


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