"at the end of the day, you have to be strong for yourself, because no one will be strong for you."

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Wednesday night life, the usual - but not for long. Routines will eventually turn stodgy and all too predictable. No fun in that so there's a need for a halt.
Sober - each and everyone's expression is crystal. I wonder if Phuture ever regulates the male:female ratio (Profit driven company). The dancefloor was packed with testosterone-driven beings. Desire and motives reflected on their faces and down south. . No wonder S was pissed the few weeks back.


He called. He explained to me his frustration and than comes the very predictable part - 'transfer 50 to my bank'. Rejected, refused, rebuffed.
It has been more than 24 hours. Let's see who's gonna outwit, outplay and outlast. For sure, he wouldn't be the one claiming the million dollars. He isn't the ultimate survivor.

Labels: Clubbing, Displeasure

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