Just got home from Zirca. Wuz s'posed to stay past midnight but apparently my 16-year-old sister has yet to grow up.

We had cranberry vodka and fruit punch + rum = yum.. I wouldn't say that I can't feel the alc, but it's not that over-powering. I like em' mild and delicious ;)
About 10 minutes after we got our table I felt a tap on my arm.
"Do you want to join us at our table?"
"Nah we're good."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, sorry!"
He actually did a cute frown face with the finger-tear.
Aww.

I was so very tempted to join them but then decided against it cuz strange American boys are risky. And I had to be back in an hour so no point in engaging in flirty conversations anyway.

Btw, this is my first time ever in Zirca (not counting that time where I got lost inside and couldn't find my friends hence I went home, alone)  and it's not that bad. It's not as sleazy like what people make it out to be. The bartenders are super friendly and they make really good stuff.

I think the danger lies more in being exposed to so many things that make you vulnerable ie. alcohol, cute guys, good music (makes you lose control), dimmed lighting. And going overboard was never so tempting, Attention was never so sought after.
It's like temptation island, and you're tested on will-power, morals & values, maturity as well as your capacity to have as much fun as possible. And you're challenged to compromise most of the time.

K, so the balance goes a bit like this: add more fun, lose more morals. Kinda sucks, how things work. But that's the truth.

What will it be Hannah? Will you exchange your morals just to have the best time you can ever have? Will you ever cave in someday?