high experience means nothing

last friday night i go for a birthday party at VR1 club at doraisamy road...the deal is to accompany my house mate who have lost his love and make him forget about it,...funny things about the night is he the one who hold the invitation of the party but he can't enter the party...because the bodyguard says he is underage while i can.....in the club the birthday girl spend 3bottle of chivas 7bottle of black label and 150 bottle of beer....gosh...lucky me they also provide cokes.....i just watch people dancing and getting drunk.....i just sit and watch the people expressing what they tense of by the day they've been through....middle of the joy a milf fall from the dance stage....other people help but the only thing i can do is laugh.....hahahahaha....to drunk and lose control of body are such and idiot things to happen...but pity of her fall to the ground like statue of liberty on the doomsday.....hehehehehe....part of it i met new friends but they all are ............i dance a little just to make it usual....but today i met someone who also taste the sweetness of broke up with her boy all i can do as usual is laugh.....this week i meet most of people with their own broke up story....i hear it out and tell them the best i know....but i on my own can't even tell me what to do to my relationship that i lost by my fault....the disparity is not in them but deeply in me.....gosh...how pity i am.......