den we went back, den we went out again [to meet chantong and kwan hong and again, drink from 7-11] den we went back to MOS, den we left again [the guys had breakfast, the gals stoned] den we went back to MOS AGAIN. when we finally left the place once and for all, it was oredi 7.30am..
anyway, at the last time we entered the place, we settled down at the second level where there were sofas for us to sit.. that's where i lost chantong's bag.
first, he put the bag at a place where pple will presume to be safe cos it's hidden by the sofa. second, when the second level closed i grabbed all the gals' bags and forgot to take his bag... den i cant blame danny [who was with me while the rest went to club..] bcos i never hoped for him to be responsible person with excellent memory to rmb that chantong left the bag rite beside himself.. third, after going down to the first level, i remained thoroughly and conveniently forgotten abt the bag until chantong came around and asked,"where's my bag?"
den the guy at the stairs refused to let him go up and take his bag for god-knows-wad reasons... c'mon, it's just taking a bag...... den by the time we could go up and look for the bag, it's GONE. VANISHED. and i was the one to let him know this bad news... damn damn, double damn.
den we waited and waited for some good news from the staff, but it seems like they didnt give a damn since it's kinda none of their business..
man, i felt so guilty i couldnt even be bothered to speak up as a response when pple toked to me after that. i could onli give a brief smile..
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and lastly, my hair stinks of cigarette smoke. even after i have shampooed it twice. sian.. but at least the smoke smell isnt that strong oredi..