I figured on going to this new british club with Farhan and his friends, but we even couldn't enter it at all because there were too many terrific enthusiasts queuing and crowding outside in the whole night.
Frankly, I never saw such a long queue before even in China - people in China never queue politely. And I also never saw so many wonderful Ferraris appearing at a same place.
Otherwise, the only thing which is sort of joyful in the boring queuing is watching beautiful girls moving around with nice figure and dress, and all.
Finally, after about three hours' queuing we were getting to the front of the gateway, but all of a sudden, I decided quit.
I was just feeling I'd already had no mood to enjoy the gorgeous club anymore. Roughly to say, is there anything worse than losing all the passion after a long time waiting and expecting? It depressed me as hell.
Bought a coke-light at sellm-achine and walked a long way to get a cab at the deep night.
Smoked a lot today though I never like it at all.
