2 packs of cigarettes and going...

I was so tired this whole weekend. I think it was a recuperating weekend from the cruise trip. I couldn't even sleep-in on saturday cuz I just couldn't sleep. I duno why.
I had a kick ass saturday nite. I got tickets to go to the Harbour Fest. Friday performance was by Prince, but I didn't go. I went to the Craig David concert last nite. We had great seats, but we ended up being part of the mosh pit (I have no idea how to spell that) because ppl in HK just surge forward. Ppl with the really expensive tix were pretty peeved that everyone moved forward and ended up standing on their chairs. Great concert though. I was about 10m away from Craig David. He's as good live as on cd. I was amazed at how many ho-ey young girls were there. Talk about kids not wearing enough clothing. I was standing there in my sweatshirt jacket and jeans just in awe at how these chickies were allowed to leave their homes dressed like that.
We ended up at Ruums in LKF after the concert. I was really tired, but my sis promsied we'd be home by 12. Haaaaa. What a liar. We ended up leaving LKF 12ish because the gang wanted to go to ing by Manhattan to see if the Craig David after party was happening. I was a little upset at my sister cuz I thought she loses herself when she goes out clubbing. I told her that I didn't care if her other friends acted crazy or degrades themselves in their actions, but that she was my sis and I wasn't going to allow that to happen to her.
Anyhoos, as the title of my blog says "2 packs of cigarettes and going..." I don't mean I've been smoking, cuz all of you know I would never smoke. What I meant by that was that I think I've inhaled enough smoke that would be the equivalent of smoking 2 packs of cigarettes. The rules in HK about not smoking in clubs or indoor restaurants is pretty slack. So cough cough I'm killing my lungs inhaling second hand smoke and the smoggy air here.
Blah, for some odd reason everything seems to be rubbing me the wrong way here. Grr. Constant yelling from my mum and the occasional outburst from my sis isn't a very welcoming thing. I swear, the tighter the hold my mum has on me, the more I will rebel.
I still miss home.

currently listening: You Don't Miss Your Water ('Til The Well Runs Dry) - Craig David ~ he sang this reeeaally well