***burp***

I just got back. The good thing with neighbours is that you get to save on one cab fare. Haha :) Well of course, I’m never cheapskate but it’s always wise to save money for a rainy day.

I’ve decided I don’t mind her. She’s definitely not attractive though. Maybe not at this present moment, but she’s relatively okay I guess. I can’t judge based on a single outing. Unfortunately she’s weak minded, just like all losers who drink and wallow in their sorrows. To be perfectly honest, the fact that she’s hot has quite an effect. If not, I might have lost interest really quickly. I don’t blame her. She’s not in the right frame of mind. We (or I, rather) chose the wrong day and wrong time to go out. It’s bad to drink and drink, because she got hit on by so many low life scums out there too insecure to pick on a sane girl.

Mind you, I got my jaw busted open for my efforts. I tasted my own blood. For her sake. I’m not pissed off. After all, I did the right thing. I stood up for her. Tomorrow and maybe for a long time, she will thank me. Instead, I’m saddened and ashamed by my OWN sex. The way they behave is despicable. Bunch of vile, loathsome perverts. You DON’T take advantage of a girl when she’s drunk. That’s a definite no no. I can’t believe I got hit by this bloody Caucasian bloke. If she wasn’t with me, I would have gone straight into a street brawl. I’m animalistic defending MY terrority, MY responsibility. Let’s be clear about it, if it was between myself and him, he’d better make sure his flabby, white ass doesn’t get walloped big time.

I don’t like being the one who has to drag a drunkard home. It’s a disgrace. Being drunk is a disgrace. To yourself and your friends. Don’t do it. Don’t be a loser. Being depressed just isn’t an excuse.