Cousin and me went for a drink on Wed. Words cannot describe how its like to have a companion during your down times. She doesnt talk much. But its good enough. Because she understands my pain.
We people watched in the club....was being mean laughing at some silly dance moves. No cute guys though. There was a guy who was drunk. And he was waving his hands feriously against the beat of the music. It was entertaining to watch. I wondered if he was curious why his arms feel strained and tired when his alcohol clears off.
We camera whore outside the stretch of clubs along clark quay river. I laid on an operations table, Wheel chair, pillars, river, lights. Things we do to get things off our chests. Silly.
Logged on to Facebook when home at 3.30AM. CZ was online. Surprised but happy to have a chat. She had some of my fav songs in her computer. Sweet.
Dont you find it strange why everytime you are down or unhappy there are always some friends / people who surface and accompany you through?
By the time i logged off at 5AM, there were 6 online facebook users, even more than when i logged on a few hrs ago. I scratch my head at the perculiar sight. There are more late night goers than i thought.
Maybe i should "JIO" them for clubbing next time, we can form a facebook clubber club..how does it sound?
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