i actually contemplated whether to write about what happened tonight. whether i should forget it, or vent out. my conclusion? this is my !@#$%&* blog and i'm gonna write how i feel.
to be blunt, tonight sucked balls. especially since i thought it'd be the most fun i'll have in ages.
cabbed to zouk. full. fine. cabbed to rebel. long queue. never mind. just queue. some of the guys in front got in already. no problem. but when it came to me, the doorguy took a moment, called the manager, and rejected my entry. i asked why. and he shrugged and said "management."
wah... his face was f-ing guai lan. and i was so f-ing pissed. now i think back, i'm glad i hadn't drunk. if not i'd probably have punched him. even sober i had half the mind to do it. part of the reason i kept so calm was that somehow... i think something inside just died. it's like when you tell a five-year-old that santa doesn't exist.
it struck me. colour matters.
i didn't wanna spoil the night for the rest of the guys so i went off. sat near the taxi stand awhile. pissed. dissapointed. helpless. talked to my brother over the phone a bit. made me feel better. cabbed home. told my elder sister about it and ended up talking for over an hour. about lots of stuff. made me feel a whole lot better.
i guess it's a good thing that i got home when i did. i seldom see her. i'm glad we talked.
that's all i really wanna write about. it's been a tiring week and a half. guard duty tmr. now just looking forward to seeing 23rd :)
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