I'm a Drinker; not a Fighter.

WOW. So much to catch up on. Well not really. Just been doing the same boring things with the same un-boring people. But on the otherhand uni has been ow so FABULOUS. Made some new friends who I went clubbing with on wednesday & can i just say for the record Butterfactory is Wa Da Fa awesome & St. James Powerhouse (well, what I can remember of it) is very uuhhm Drop Dead Wew.

Let's start at the begining.
26th October. School. My time table is so slack. I have Thursdays off which i believe is a personal sign from god..(or just the school co-ordinater) that I should you my boobs to their full advantage & go to Ladies night. Hallelujah. Anywho. Got some fitties in my class. pwahhh. Fit as Fuck I swear.

28th October. Moved house. I am now no longer a Kovan/Serangoon girl but a...... HA. As if i'm gonna put online where i stay now. You have got to be kidding me. Room is starting to look like a room & not a wearhouse full of boxs.

4th November. Butterfactory & St. James.
I was a Butterfact & St. J Virgin untill yesterday. I got soo wasted. Like everybody shut up or i'm going to be sick wasted. Had 12 glasses of Alcohol. 4 Vodka Sprites, 3 Orange n Chivas, 2 Whisky n Cokes and 3 glasses of God knows what. Not a pretty sight. All i remember was trying to get the German guys number. Having some guy 'WOW' my boobs. Trying to get into Powerhouse, but failing & talking to Paris guy. I bet i made a great impression on the class mates though. o.O All i have to say is uni is going to be pretty interesting tomorrow.

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