it's ok. i'm fine.

shaun:
you wouldn't enjoy it anyway.
not your type of music.
no chicks for you to own.
overflow of alcohol...but you don't drink much.
yeah you wouldn't enjoy it anyway. save money better.
i spent 6+5+38+70+5+6. ( cab, corona, entry, chivas bottle, supper, cab)
no money for anything else now.
edit: supposed to go diving in manado but i think cannot go now.
still got money to go. but i have rationalised that it would be in my best interest not to go.
no difference anyway...right. since your main aim is to dive. not to see ian try to dive. haha.
you and greg have fun.
don't fall down the slope too often.
don't rise up from the water too fast.
don't get that pressure sickness thing.
and don't have close encounters with other boats.

on another note:
whole night never see lionel kong also. too busy owning chicks i suppose.
only see desmond ong twice. when i pass him his ticket and at supper.
saw david twice as well. weirdly both times in the toilet.
saw matthew many many times.
saw kelly one time. at the end. she said something about craving for shaker fries.
i was like "THERE'S SHAKER FRIES STILL?!?!"
tiesto was good. great to be honest but maybe it's cos i was high on chivas.
though it be true i miss my brothers.
while i was high i sent a msg to greg cos i miss him. (i am not gay. repeat: i am not gay.)
i sent poh a msg as well. can't remember what's it about. gotta re-read everything.
(edit: unfortunately, i just deleted everything.)
sent mark a msg telling to him we'll all be ready to party soon and he better be ready as well.
sorry never send cai, shaun, jh any msges.
cai, shaun: when tiesto is playing, somehow my brain doesn't register the two of you. but i'll msg you when mambo/rnb plays. or not...depends
jh: er...my brain doesn't register you at all when i'm in the club. hurhur. but when there's jazz and dota...
i think the point is i think of my brothers everywhere i go.
i am how brother.

oh yes before i forget:
liberation takes on a whole new meaning last night. (and spelling as well)

this morning (afternoon?) i re-read greg's msg (actually can count as i read it the first time), he told me to "take care man. weds it is."
thurs and fri as well if all goes to plan.
we'll see these bags of old bones can take the infamous challenge of 3 nights in a row.

i write to you with alcohol in my veins, throbbing in my head and ringing in my ears. pls pardon the lack of coherence. i blame it on standing beside the speakers.

damn, i need some ice on my head. (edit: i need more ice)

laters.