Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Monday, March 26, 2012
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol. Lmao. I've been drinking every weekend for the last 4 weeks. And in some of them, I died.
Firstly, earlier in the month, Miki, Ruz and Eddie had their graduation ceremony. Symposium, with Nick Choi, (bloody cute) Stephanie and InJune came to give our support. Well, long story short, we cheered, took pictures and clapped a lot. While the various majors were going in, we clapped and cheered, while shouting out the names of people we knew. And then when Tatsun Hoi and the rest of the lecturers walked in, we cheered like idiots and yelled Tatsun's name. Haha!
Afterwards, we hung out at Borneo Rainforest, which, despite being right behind TOA, I've never been to in my life. The environment is really nice and chilling! But the prices and quantities for the food are ridiculous. We played pool and shisha-ed for a few hours waiting while the actual ceremony was going on.
After everyone was done, Redzuan told us that his sister had asked him to join her at a club in the Sheraton hotel. He was hanging out with us, so he asked if we could come along. She said yes. Oh, and she said that it was free, free flow alcohol too. We headed to the Sheraton, and went to a club called Sixty3, in the Liquid Room. We met a bunch of celebrities, firstly, Redzuan's sister Sarimah of Disney Channel and Red FM fame, the Red FM boss, some new singer who's being pushed as a new Justin Bieber, and a few others who I can't really recall.
The beer was free flow up for a short while, and the first hard liquor we drank was a shot of Patron. That's apparently a legendary drink that killed Redzuan and Maxi a few weeks back. It tastes really nice! It's strong, pleasant and really tasty. Coffee-ish. Either way, pretty awesome. Anyhoo, at first I was concerned that we wouldn't have enough, because we were essentially being parasites to this group's alcohol. But after many shots of Patron, and continuous towers of beer that kept coming, Redzuan remarked "Still don't think we have enough, Howe? Fuc* you"... LOL.
James was drunk, and dancing the "Para Para". He kept bragging about how the girls around kept looking at him. Of course girls (and everyone) would look at you when you do the Para Para in a club.
We danced quite a bit, and apparently a few of us headbanged too. Haha! I got to know some of the other people there, and sat at the table drinking, and drinking and drinking. Then I sat beside this cute chick called Nora, and began flirting. No, I don't recall what I said; that's pretty much all I remember. Oh, I squeezed her sides a few times and she gave me a few playful slaps on my face too. Now that is all that I remember. Then I died. Lol. Although that's all I remember, the rest remembered a lot more. They said that when everyone drank together, I grabbed a bottle of Patron and drank straight from it, with the cap still on, and I acted like it burned my throat. HAHAHA. Oh man! I can't believe I did that kinda crap! They said I fell asleep on the couch too. Geez. Somehow though, I managed to guide Andrew back to my house safely and properly. Hmmmm. I'm a good drunk driver, and apparently, I'm a good drunk GPS as well.
Oh, and that stupid bottle thing I did? Nora was actually impressed! Lawl.
Fallen 2:38 AM
in the grip of darkness
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Aye, so first, let me apologize for the lack of updates. Lol, 3 months into the new year and I've already not fulfilled my first resolution. Heh, but then again, I don't take resolutions so seriously. They're more like guidelines most of the time. Guidelines I'm usually lazy to follow most of the time, lol. Resolutions aside, I do have a legitimate excuse. My internet was cut. Since I'm working, I now pay the bills for the internet, adding it to another list of things that have been free most of my life, and suddenly need to pay for, including things like allowance for my mom, gasoline for the car, phone credits and a bunch of other stuff you get for free as a student.
I was lazy to pay the bills, so I dragged, until I gave the money to my mom to do it. So yeah, that explains my lack of online presence. Felt weird that I had no internet for so long. It allowed me to do a lot of cleaning up though. Managed to reformat my computer at long last, no thanks to David keeping my Windows 7 CD for 10 months (he returned it, broken). I also filed most of my unfiled songs, adding a thousand or so tracks to my filed music collection. Which felt like a great accomplishment because I don't put songs into my playlist until they're filed... because it's a pain finding a song like "Unknown Artist - Unknown Track" or something along those lines. But I still have tons of unfiled things. I have 10,000 unfiled pictures, a few thousand of which the filenames are purely numbers. Oh geez.
Anyway, I guess I'll start with the earliest thing I can currently remember off the top of my head, Bruce introduced us to the girl he liked, more or less going to be his girlfriend, Winnie. And of course, being the first time we met her, we ended up being bitches to Bruce. Justin suggested that we act as gangsters under the service of Bruce; him being our big leader. Think of Mafia mixed with Triads. When he finally arrived with Winnie, we stood up and greeted him, we talked in low voices, bowed our heads, talked as though we had headsets and all. Winnie was freaked out and thought Bruce really was some bigshot. Ha! Great way to make a first impression -.-. Being morons done right to a whole new level.
On a more personal note, I couldn't help myself, but I kept glancing at Winnie throughout the night. Heh, no, I wasn't thinking of snatching her, nor was she so beautiful I couldn't keep my eyes off. It's just that she looked remarkably like Kai Yih. I mean, seriously, the resemblance is scary as hell. Just a little taller and a bit more meat, and she'd look like a twin sister of Kai Yih. Of course, that was just looks. Apart from that, they're worlds apart, in personality and speech. It just kinda freaked me out that she looked so similar, and in certain angles, exactly the same.
Also, Symposium had our little NBA session. Having been quite some time since any of us played basketball, Aaron suggested we play basketball in the court behind Justin's house. And due to everyone coming late and all, we ended up starting at midnight, hah. First team (and only, as you'll see later) I had was Andrew and Jeremy. We played against Justin, Bruce and Aaron. halfway during the first matc, the genius Justin threw the ball way over our heads, over the fence, and into the drain. A drain, twice my height. Brilliant. Justin couldn't bother going down there, so Andrew went down. I felt bad that he was doing shit (quite literally here) alone, so I went along with him. The fence was a long and relatively tall one, so we had to walk all the way to the end of the drain to find an opening in the fence. And then we climbed through.
We started by climbing along the fence at the top of the drain, but there were too many plants blocking the way. So we tried the other side, which were the back fences of the houses themselves. Pipes and thick fences prevented us from going that way. So we had no choice but to jump down. Geez. There were successive horizontal pillars blocking our path. A slightly higher one we that required us to bend down a bit and a lower one that required us to bend down a lot. Continuously. Bend down, bend lower. Bend down, bend lower. And if that wasn't uncomfortable enough there were bugs flying all around that made every single inch of exposed skin bloody itchy. And that's not the worst part! At nearly every taller pillar, there was a HUGE spiderweb blocking the way that we had to clear with our bare hands. Not to mention most of the walkable floor was slick with slime and dirt, making it extremely slippery too. It sucked. Like hell. Did I mention it sucked?
After quite a distance of spiders, webs, insects, slime, mud and slightly tired backs, we finally reached the place. We picked up the ball and threw it back up. Justin and Jeremy gave us some assistance in climbing over the fence with twisted barbs, and we washed ourselves up. It helped, but not much. I was still itching all over. I came back to the match, irritated and annoyed. I said out loud what I was thinking in my head. "I did not crawl down a drain just to end up losing this match." Andrew fully agreed. So I played seriously, and we won. Apparently Justin couldn't stand to lose, so he set up the next match, with the same team members. *Sigh*. So we won again. And again. With the same teams. The guy just couldn't lose, so he kept arranging matches with the same teams. So in the end, we won the first three matches, and lost the final one, when we were tired, and knew he just wanted to win.
Of course, since I was the main goal-scorer for my team, there were constant accusations of luck. Ugh, please. Why does everyone who loses say that? And you winning means its your skill, and not luck? Did everyone suddenly forget I sometimes join the church members for basketball on Sundays?