cannot.make.it.ming

What else is there to say?
The title for this post says it all.

Ming drunk and sleepy after one jug of beer n chix wings (??!?) at our usual ice cold beer haunt on a friday night.
Ming trying to be POISED and COMPOSED in between flopping her head+ her by-then big messy hair on the table.
Ming with red swollen unopenable eyes that seemed to merged with her huge eyebags to form half a sphere. (really!)
Ming who kept giggling uncontrollably for no reason whatsoever.
Ming who couldn't walk straight after, and had to rely on external support sources (elBOH) to make it to the cab without embarrassing herself further.

Then again, the whole night wasn't really all about cannot make it ming.

There was also cannot make it SY, who dropped her cig a total of 3 times on the floor before she lit it up... (clapclapclap! well done!) As bing/chows said, GET A GRIP! ahahaha... damn corny.

There was cannot make it BOH, who kept huffing and puffing away like a chimney and pretending to be the saner one while taking countless hp pics of cannot make it ming.

There was cannot make it HOBBEEZ, who had a healthy red flush to add to his already tanned complexion, and a silly smile stuck on his face to boot.

There was cannot make it BING, who according to cannot make it boh, was trying to act cute the whole night with one raised eyebrow and the likes of it.

But of course, I didn't see cannot make it bing acting cute because I was blocked by cannot make it CHOWS, who even when talking nicely to me, sent fear shivers up and down my spine.

As cannot make it boh put it, it was a happy night indeed. And for all of the one hour and fifteen minutes I was there, it was a well-behaved one for me because chows was right next to me. hahahahahahahahaha...........

Only JAN remains can make it!!! yey! kawaii-neh! *pukes n dies*