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Saturday, March 18, 2006

and because i was pretty hyped to explore the swanky new club in town, as well as to see those eligible bachelors(well,support a friend to be exact), and meeting a few old familiar faces there made it seemed even better.

lo and behold..
everything was a big disappointment.

it wasn't as swanky as i thought it would be.
they played crap music.
the crowd was bad too. ass gropers, what say you.
1 out of a 984567890hundred was good.

gao danced like there was no tmr. haha.

i have alot to say
but i dont know where to start
or how to start

im one grumpy girl.

drenched in distaste ; 2:50 PM

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