Party-ing for the past three weeks make me realise something. That there’s more to life other than brooding over the past that is definitely not worth it. Boys (who never fails to disappoint me) and party-ing all night assured me why I don’t need a man. Just like the song goes; “I will survive” eventually. 2010’s coming and I guess next week will be the last time that I’m gonna party for 2009. But at ph this time round. For now, I gotta agree with you bbg, I’m contented with what I have, now. My girls, the boys; great party people. They don’t ruin me, instead they take care of me. What else could I ask for?

It may sound as if I’m addicted to club. But I hope not. May this be just a temporary getaway from all that has been happening. No doubt when party’s over, the problem is still there, with no solutions. But if this makes me happy, why not. I am just enjoying my life while I still can.

This is meant for raudaaah. B, i know last night sucked for you. But fuck that aside. It ain’t worth it. You got us, remember? We’ll be here for you. Have a safe trip. We’ll be waiting for your return!

On a random thought, it’s kinda funny now that we went party together.