sessions with the six

the last post was written moments after waking up from a long-ass nap. i re-read it again a few times and i think i've contradicted myself a million times that i'm just too lazy to correct it. whatever. just take it with a grain of salt.

its six and i just got home. i was in the toilet when i heard the azan from the nearby mosque. wow. i actually felt a little guilty because tok mommy used to tell us to "balik sebelum maghrib (7pm) and bangun sebelum subuh (6pm)". its never that way anymore. i can't remember the last time i am home by 7 simply because it was almost maghrib and the old folks say that its not nice for young girls to come home so late.
only wild party girls come home late. well i'm not going to deny this but i can and DO get pretty out of hand when partying. the pictures posted up are proof of that and sure i have those moments where i think and reflect back the moments of those nights - bits and pieces before i get too drunk - and i would feel so damn embarrassed. i would literally lie in bed and try to get that mental picture of myself getting sloshed out of my head. its not that i think i'm the coolest shit in the world when i act this way because i know a few people who does this - drink cause its cool and act out because in real life they are timid assholes who uses alcohol as a way to channel their fake confidence.

rule of thumb - i had never ever gone home with strangers so that they could get into my pants. i always head home with people i came with no matter what the circumstances are.
i can't stand people who are able to enter clubs leaving their friends who can't behind struggling with the bouncer while they are having a blast inside. you come together, you go in together. no matter what.

kay i'm beat.
sorry for the notes hanging half way.
yes i know this is not the first.
my mind drifts off...
what to do?
just a little minor case of ADD :D