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Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Prom was okay. Nothing unusual or spectacular, just the usual prom. Quite forgettable, save that one sweet, fleeting moment; swept me off my feet.

Post prom was fun. But too clean, in my opinion. And it was my first time clubbing. T'was quite amusing to see people whom I've always known to be study freaks at the dance floor doing their thang. Watching some people made me wanna laugh out loud, but that wasn't a very nice thing to do eh. Maybe they were secretly laughing at me too(!). I used to think clubbin' was one of those vices that only bad girls who don't listen to their mamas do. Used to. It intoxicates.

I'm a convert.

Attraction.


writing at 6:30 PM

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