Come Fly With Me- Frank Sinatra

it's not that i don't love my family, but there are certain periods of everybody's life that we need one thing more than the other.

anyhow. may's party was great!
half the people were piss-drunk. and i finally knew how it felt like to puke. bad combo of too much alcohol.
there was like chivas jack daniel's (my personal favourite) martinis raspberry vodka wine yadda yadda and half of all that was gone. i'm really not a good drinker, but at least i managed to control myself. hmm.

tonight, bbq at shiong bin's, then prolly clubbing somewhere.
let's make this an exception,

because it's CHRISTMAS!!!

come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away...

i hope tonight won't go too badly. last night seemed like the beginning of good things to come.

and yes, i must learn to respect my own family. even if i'm not exactly super happy about the way things are happening right now, i've got nothing to complain about.

my mum brought me up to be better than this.

I blogged @ 3:03 PM