Flea day with the most fucking disappointing sales figure ever.

But on a better note, night was songyan's pre-enlistment party and I have not been so intoxicated for a long time and it was nice but it also made me realize my ache of clubs is irrevocably dead.

Thank you alvin, junkang, swee, belinda, tristal and sherlyn for a good night together! Also to solomon for signing everyone in and the non-stop drinks. It's nice to unwind to vices for a while.

But I never want to restart my days again.

Which is why,

If you're not a good friend and you dare mention me being a "clubber" (what a fucking disgusting term) or me being a raging "alcoholic", I will keep absolutely quiet before saying "so is your mother" and I'll walk away.

Goddamn hate being termed. You want to classify me? I am Nicole. I am my own specie and my own kind. I'm not clubber not a drinker because I've been clean and an infrequent break doesn't count for shit.

The next one to try will end up on this blog as Nicole's 1st Wtf Outburst.