i was <--> close to him, and i really wanted to pull his shirt to ask him if i could see his nose, but i'm kind of glad i didn't.







he was in every aspect imperfect, except for his nose. [and maybe his height.]
oh, and he can't dance at all too.
but that's okay.
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bashes.

it's what makes eusoff hall so 'happening' to all who aren't immersed in it.
all the smooching, the booze, the dancing, the hot dancers, the grinding and groveling, the casual flirting,

and i don't know why, but everytime i come back from a bash,

despite everything,
i only find renewed revelation, and repeated disappointment.
at the girls who get drunk and throw themselves at the guys,
the guys who take advantage of the girls who get drunk and throw themselves at them,
those who pretend to get drunk and take advantage of people,
those who really get drunk and do all kinds of things and embarrass themselves and trouble their friends and puke all over the place and get high,

it's kind of sad to me, really.




it all boils down to this.

do we really need to reach that stage to have fun?