The other day I went to Sol Latino (Mudan jie no.23) and the Mayflower on the same street. Both places held a ladies night and I drank like a fish. I was so drunk and even forgot a few events that had occured. I remember most of it but I don’t even remember kissing a guy’s neck (something my friend said I was doing). I remember getting so pissed off at the taxi driver and my friend was calming me down. Apparently I had told him after the disco to bring us to Guilin Lu and then when he brought us there, I told him it was back to our University he was supposed to go. He got pissed supposedly and I just got pissed off as well and I remember my blood boiled a little more than usual (thanks to the booze).

I then remember pouring my heart out to my friend about my family problems, I’m not concerned about what I had told her because I remember telling her things she probably already knew but I even remember holding back a few things. It’s true that when you’re drunk you say a little too much but this incident have made me realize that with this particular friend of mine, I do tell her a lot of things and I’m not worried at all about it. I think we know who our friends are during the downest times in our lives and the drunkest times. Ever since we’ve started hanging out, she’s always been there for me during my drunk times and I’m always there during her sober times!

The funny thing for me, I’m weaker when I’m drunk and she’s stronger when she’s drunk. Does that mean she is stronger as a person than she wants to believe and that I’m weaker than I want to believe? I think so. I don’t think I’m as strong as my family wants me to be and I don’t even have to be drunk to cry about this. I have been brought up to lift everyone up and nobody cares to lift me up. It’s funny because I don’t think I’m really different mentally when I’m drunk or sober. Just the other day I was crying in my room because of the “Baby P” story. I think I’m hormonal. My menses have come!