puked.

yes, like crazy.
with a capital P.

and it was the easy puke.
the last time i got all alcoholy puky, i couldn't puke.
and to think i was safe home then.

last night i wasn't.
but if i think about it, i probably was.
sanggu is home

and probably one of a few groups of people i'd be comfortable divulging all that's inside me with. quite literally so last night

and i pray to God no one was below us 'cause pier one's floors are all planks and full of slits where karl's vomitose could very well leak.

hello again anj, dani, james, je, mark, cheska, pao, monch, gita, jonjack

goodbye to ging and have fun in beijing
goodbye to luis and have fun in paris
goodbye to charles and have fun in amsterdam (amsterdarles, WEH)

your company is worth all the shame of a public puke-fest.

lisnin to good local bands
sortof readin musical reviews
feelin kinda alcohol-free