08 APRIL 2006. SATURDAY. 07:24PM.

I feel like i just went thru' a homecoming initiation in the last 48 hours to prove that i'm still me and nothing has/will change in the time i was away from home. With a 6am arrival yesterday, i protested that it wouldn't be a late night for me and i will hang out with friends and chill and head home in preparation for my lunch feast tomorrow. Many drinks and a tequila shot later, i stumbled home in time to lay that weary head of mine at 4:30am and pray that my sensibility of being able to say no to more drinks would help me fight a hangover today. The mates dragged me all over the city, we stumbled into a very cosy bar filled with men, only to realised the only action we will be getting tonight was probably discussing Kylie's new tour and how their shirts matched their cocktails. Few drinks later, my initiation carried on to Ministry of Sound where i got a grand tour of the venue, with a drink pitstop at every room. Thankfully, i woke up feeling great and the glorious spread at lunch was not wasted on me. It's amazing how we can be eating great food, and yet talking about other great food we can be having in the coming days! My little niece has developed a bit of the Oz habit, she shorten all words she knows to one syllable. And i know she has great taste in clothes ... after hijacking my Armani tshirt and refusing to give it back. INCRIMMINATING EVIDENCE HERE.