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Another night

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You'll be a great fool to believe how first timers claims they will never revert back to that place again. The same old setting, company, lighting, drinks and conversation. However on a contradictory side, you'll be a huge dimwit if you'd spent your life curving away - avoiding the horrors of a great night out. I believe I told my friends that my first time was fun, except for the part where you woke up the next time trying to figure out if you had fucked up the day before. Oh, and lots of bile puking. That is how one punishes herself into a state of extremity.

My second improvised/improved experience, much better than the first happened last Saturday at Molly's bar. It was a call for birthday celebration and everyone was playing the Irish drinking game. Nothing much to know, except that we each get to take turns throwing questions of "Never have I ever" to unsuspecting individuals in order to jeopardize their sobriety. While those who had done the actions drank shots by shots, including me, the room soon descent into madness. But it was the kind of madness fun where laughter ensued.

Then we went to a club at Clarke Quay. At first glance, the queue was exceedingly long and it reeks of  booked out NS people. First impressions of the club suggested it wasn't a great place at all, after all Jennifer prefers oldies Bars to Clubs. We paid $30 for the entrance fee and was given 2 free drinks ticket. Despite that, drinks given were fairly up to standards because well, they cut back on serving more rums/gins instead, served glasses of pure soft liquid shit, Ron Swanson disapproved. I get how clubs are marketed as extensive and entertaining yet budgeted in terms of serving better quality drinks. Spare further details.

A single shot of Vodka made my stomach felt queasy.
The second shot of Vodka made my senses tingle, particularly at the privates.
The third shot of Whiskey began seeing blurs
Fourth shot of Whiskey started mumbling shit going on in the head.
Fifth shot caused blood shot eyes, stumbling feet and a means to get naked and die irresponsibly at a bridge.
Sixth shot can't survive too long, I knew at that point in time to stop and purge.

But purging was the hardest part. It only comes after the fun had stopped. When we were all sitting and waiting for the first bus of the day to arrive, everyone were either hailing for taxis or screaming at random objects.

Now to summarize, perhaps I felt it was a mandatory thing to do, for most teenagers to be exposed with certain activities. Sure I am a late bloomer who takes 3 weeks to decide my career and education path or that I felt friends were unnecessary people whom takes up all my free time - still thinks so, but it all does not matter anymore, after all it ceases to be fun

I kinda like this group; non-judgmental and respectful.

Some people love sleeping on the floor as well.

I'll be away for Phuket on 15th March 2018 with 2 other friends. Despite our constant struggles in attempting to reconcile between meet ups and differences with regards to vacation list, I believe it could work out well. It'll be fun, for sure. 

You'll be a great fool to believe how calmly I felt as I typed away in great anxiety.

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