Getting messed up

Two days. I know, I gotta make this all quick.We were at Eastwood last Saturday night to celebrate a double birthday bash at Jack's Loft ( Mai's fave). Kiwi, Gino, and I were the first among the few who arrived and Avi, Joyce and their room mate Belle were there and it was like the three Abu Dhabi schools clashing and all. Fun. There are tons of people at Libis because of some benefit concert thing featuring Mojofly so the whole courtyard was packed. Typical scenario of guys and girls ogling at each other. Damn, I'm gonna miss this.

I didn't know that there was Gweilo's at Eastwood, because apparently Spongecola and their testosterone band were gonna play according to Joyce, who was the band's self-appointed groupie. Heheheh. So we went to Gweilo's to watch them play. There were other asteg bands playing as well kaya un, I stayed while Kiwi & co. were like waiting pa pala because they wanted to go to Blue Onion. I didn't even felt like dancing because I wasn't in the mood and all. And then it started. It pertaining to me and Kiwi's huge argument that lasted for hours. I know I can be bitchy at times. Maybe it was because I was leaving for good. Suddenly, I don't feel like writing anymore...