Last night was the first time,in a(very) long time. Seriously dude,just one word to describe last night,awesomeness.
And to those of you of are wondering if i went hanky panky or got-drunk-whatever,no i didn't. Me and my other two crazy-ass-friends hit arab street. There i was,enjoying sheesha. After like 1234521 puffs,and countless lame jokes and laughter,i,somehow,felt sick in the tummy and,started,to,perspire,like,mad,and... Yes,i puked. There i was at the corner of the arab street i puked. All the wedges had gone to waste. Wanted to hang out with them for a lil longer but could'nt bare the "pain" they gave me a ride home. The moment i reach home,i slept till the next morning.

The first thing that hit my mind when i got up was,what the hell happened to me last night. Then i thought and come to a few-lame-ass-illogical-conclusions. Okay the few possible reason why i puked and felt all drowsy and such was:
1)someone spiked my drink,sounds ridiculous,no?but possible
2)must have been the wedges
3)the mango juice
4)the combo of mango juice+wedges
5)excess puffs of sheesha
7)due to my recent diet regime
8)all of the above

But none of that was actually the reason why i felt sick in the tummy last night. Then i found out that i actually am having my *beep* monthly girls thing. So there you go,silly Jaz.

Today was a good day. Good in a sense cos i ate rice. Haven't had rice in a long time too. It felt good. But sometime it isn't my fault yeah,it's not that i refuse to eat,i just can't. I just don't feel hungry. So ease out on the naggings friends. I'm good.Heard there's a hip hop party-whatever today at butterfactory? Is that right? Dayyumn,missed it.

Ps:this is the longest entry. A first,in a very long time.