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oh my god.
Saturday, July 18, 2009 || 3:38 pm

Never ever again, in my life am i going to put myself through what happened last night. My throat still burns from the 1-2 hours of regurgitating the stomach acids, along with the vodka and coke. I thought i was in a near death situation when i was hugging that toilet bowl. I have so many people to thank, for taking care of me.. because you know - they had the choice to just leave me outside throwing up my insides, while they went up to dance dance ! Eating those fries were a horrendous task, as they slide through what seemed like a corroded throat. How do those bulimic people do it? Seriously.

By the time i got back into the club (i somehow managed to get a stamp on my arm haha), i just really felt like going home and sleeping in my warm, cosy bed. I couldn't even dance in my dress, I could just drop and die on the spot from being constraint into that small dress. I've got bruises all over my body, and i have no idea how i got them and why they're there. It wasn't until i got into my warm shower, that i noticed that i also had grazed knees and elbows. I AM SO ASHAMED of myself. And i think i owe an apology to all the people who stayed out and helped me when i was throwing my stomach's content up. And a big thank you to everyone yeah yeaahh <3

The crowd at havana has changed, or maybe its just me. A lot more seedy people go clubbing than there used to be. Many of them, guys who don't understand "no thanks, go away". So girls, if some loser decides to pick you up at a club, just tell them you have a boyfriend! Works most times! Unless you get some cocky bastard that thinks he's top shit, and tries to convince you that he's better than your 'boyfriend'. Then you just gotta walk away. Thank god for sammy for saving me from the weird guy near the bar. I love caring people <3 makes me want to care for them back :)

This was the worst clubbing experience i've had so far. And i want to stop there. Hmm, but i remember there was a good few minutes where everything was calm and normal ^_^ and i was happy.

Okay, i am off to make myself some noodles. I still get the feeling that i'm going to throw up some more, but i try to keep it in. Blerghhh!

Yeah, so i only remember bits and pieces of my night, so i'll remember to edit them in or something if something comes to mind again.