the story
so here. i screwed the dance job. got a little freaked out. had a chat with dat and i said screw everything. all i need was money. then he made the point.. if im too worried about dignity... well.... don't do it. nahh he did not stop me. i got a little freaked out. i don't think i want to remember doing this shit 30 years down the road.

ok i miss dat like hell like mad like whatever fuck. yeah we are able to get along too well. we can talk just about anything. like i fool around and date around. i like this. this whole game. at least i don't feel tied down by a commitment which is unnecessary. yeah me and dat are supposed to play some game but in the end we totally forgot to play that game. he'll be super busy. i'm gonna make myself busy too. i have to. i keep calling and smsing him. i feel like i've became like iqbal. aiyohhh! i'm becoming paranoid. hahaha!

i miss debbie too! met her just now... yep... she was tipsy.. then drunk. she smsed me three times telling me that she loves me. well deb, i know.. i love you too. :)

went out with razif, shakeel, adil mubarak and yesmin.... and shaz and naz.. yes, shaz left the club halfway.... can i not elaborate about this out clubbing thingy... i wasn't having good time ley...