Crazy nights, of twats, tears, and a whole lot of emo

I felt really bad on my ride home for an acquaintance, usually, I'd be able(I would like to think) to cheer someone up rather easy, but I'm shit with the accent, and was left helpless and awkward.
It was a fine night, not the way I expected it to go, but fine as hell, and I got invited to the break dance soc. But that is mat as hell, and I can't figure if I want to join, would much rather moot, and try to up the already decimated intelligence.
It was debauched as hell too, and I thought I'd break my fast, apparently not, but this post is not so much about the carnal, but, as the title suggest, the emo. And there was quite a bit of emo going on pre and post party. Pre-party at hany's house with a whole host of very gay songs, and the post party in a cab. Reminded me of people back home, mates, debate kids, family. The rule must always apply, in the fun, hurt no one.
Oh well, it's 330 over here, and I guess I'm still keeping my Singaporean custom of blogging after a rather event-filled nights out. :)