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Having a hard time connecting. Ppl ask me what’s wrong I either make an excuse or just brush it off. I don’t get how ppl share so easily. For me, I find it pretty hard. I’m scared how they might see me or who they might tell. I’ve experienced enough to know it.

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So many problems surface when it comes to hosting a party. I personally never like to host, I’d rather attend. And so far the past 2 have been just “get togethers” and to help get rid of the turkey that seems to go to waste every year… I feel so “brilliant” for inviting more ppl this year. I don’t even know what we’re gonna do at my boring place, haven’t got a clue. Biggest problem yet. Idk what to wear and I’ve been eating too much for my own good. Wise decision would be to cancel it all and just go on a veggie detox (wtf am I talking abt?!) LOL fret not friends, I love u guys too much to cancel this event. Just the overeating (my feelings) talking over here. (((:

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Augtember

*throws papers in the air* SCHOOL’S OUT! 

In celebration of the end of that dreadful period called EXAMS, my wild sluts  friends and I took to celebrating my new found privileges of being 18! FYEAH! 

Night 1: ladies night

drinks from Holiday Inn

Phuture

All i can say is they have one hellova playlist. there was no other place i would rather go to have my first best experience ever. All i can say is awesome company and mambo night @zouk made it complete. 

not thinking abt the consequences of the next day of course….lets just say nausea fest at 8 in the morning just doesnt make it fun at all.

My mother even tells me that her tolerance for alcohol is super pathetic….turns out i got that from my momma and my liver aint made of steel.

Night 2 aka shanzzz b’day! 

Butter Factory 

shanz coursemates, the rest of us girls, and of course shan herself.

the playlist, not to my liking. I’m one who needs lyrics to sing the songs while getting my groove on…and to actually know the song in that matter. 

NTS: never get into a club so early…its just causing urself more misery than an empty dance floor. the AC must have been turned to -5 degrees since just standing there could form icicles…

we felt it was kinda lame so we went over to the pub next door which had pretty frickin amazing playlist and was absolutely PACKED WITH PPL. 

stayed till the club closed again, and we chilled outside for a little bit…but i mainly almost fell asleep due to my inability to stand up.

Crashed at shanz house after knowing i would be totally knackered and have the worst hangover ever. 

So yeah that was pretty much it for my 4 day holiday which ends in abt 12 hours.

and just as im abt to say that i will maintain for the rest of my 6 weeks itp….stacey decides to call me up at asks for clubbing date at DBLO. sigh i could’ve said no….but i owe her one.

hopefully i wont take another 847942804 months to update again…

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