Labour Day, Happy Day

Labour Day means a day off for laborer.
Well, I am also one of the laborer.
I need a day off.
Day before Friday, everyone was very excited about tomorrow's public holiday.

Suddenly a text from baby asked me out today to
Barroom.

hmmm...

OKAY! why not?

We reached that time almost 11pm already.
It was actually asked by baby's ex-colleagues to go Barroom.
But too bad my partner-in-dance is not here, I had to have fun with my own.
or maybe just drink the whole night.
Ordered 3 pin of kilkenny cuz that night having the promotion 3 pins kilkenny for only RM33.
Worth huh?

The day was so damn pack man!
Like sardine sandwich, u get that?

wtf.

Wanted to dance, somebody from behind pushed me.

Wanted to sit, the accidentally pour from in front.

Even wanted to take photo, i havta sit on baby's lap for the perfect one.

hahahaha


Sit for almost 1 hour,
they decided to jump to Houz.


Results: WORST

okay, they place was spaces the songs were.... speechless

The DJs even left the stage.
What kinda DJ was that?


shit shit shit

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