Friday night fever...

Last weekend, I celebrated galfriend Melissa’s birthday. We checked out this club ‘Rum Jungle’ that has been in town for a while but have never gotten the nerve to enter it. We were there one day, outside its compound, but the music turned us down, it was very sixties then, and the live band didn’t manage to convince us that they will rock it out…

So on this faithful night, we decided we would give it a try and venture into it…We bought a Bacardi Limon that is less alcoholic than a Bombay Sapphire, so that the gals can share the drink with us….

The crowd was there, the live band was there, and everyone was in a chit-chatty mood…the night was still young when we visited the place and we were seated in a very cozy Gazebo where we have the whole place to ourselves…we drank slowly, and let the conversations take over…The occasion was a merry one, we toasted for Mel and Jo for their starting a new job, and wished them a blissful career…I was the only one who has yet to work in the crowd…and I do feel a lil’ outta place…well, maybe jz a lil’…

Looking around me, the crowd consists of mostly working group, business cows and middle-class sheep…there were barely any youngsters around, or rather none…I can see that some of them are having their company drinkout after working hour…Mel’s company has such treat too, every last Friday of the month, the company entitles the staff a happyhour extravaganza of three complementary drinks in the club…She promised to bring me and Jo the next Friday so that we can all get the first round on the house…

The live band was boring, singing tunes from the good old times that sounded jolly and at the same time melancholy…the best that we can dance along was ABBA’s Dancing Queen…We felt better when the DJ took over and played us techno and other fantastic remix…

I was thinking, how nice it is to work in town and have this kinda happyhour every night after work, good companies, nice drinks, business talks, and friendly pow-wow… Of coz, it takes some handsome salary to be able to sip a few rounds of Martinis and Margaritas…but actually I was hoping im charming enough to get the superiors to buy me my drinks….before I can become a superior myself, and buy the adorable juniors their drink…life’s a cycle, ain’t it?

We finished our drink and adjourned to Thai Club, which is jz across the street…bought a Chivas Regal and joined in the frenzy party up in the second floor…The mood was better, young people like us were everywhere, and we can relate better to the music they played...

We stayed till 3 in the wee hours, only because Dad wants me to be back…I earlier mistaken him as someone else and have talked crap in fronta him, and end up he thought I was drunk…but I really dun feel like relating the story now…it was embarrassing….really…

Jo drove me back, we passed few road blocks, gotten over it, reached home, slept till noon, dehydrated…

And there goes our Friday nightout…

Some nice company, and a few drinks...

This is it, the very day ive been waiting for...after what seemed like a grueling two weeks, sleep deprived, food scarcity, entering into a torture-chamber-cleverly-disguised-as-office-lecturer's room once a week, and still survive, i shall hereby declare that as of today, im a free and victorious man...

no longer succumbing to his pressure
no longer slaving for the report
no longer shying away from my LIFE

Yeah, today is the day, the legendary day, the day that all FYS (final year student) have been craving for, the day when hell breaks lose and insanity takes over....

It is the thesis submission day...(or rather, it WAS...wahahaha...)

Im feeling in heaven
Im feeling blissful
Im feeling to get a few drinks

I finished my report yesterevening, and what a fine time i had then...another item off the check list, two more to go....Presentation and Final exams...Gosh, it's so near i can taste it...Im glad im not feeling the pressure of not securing a job, like the others did...didnt feel inclined of getting any either...Mom was asking me yesterday if i had any plans...i said i dunno, but one thing im sure is, i wanna get outta this place! She was like: Go for it! Geez, that was exactly the kinda support i need from her...

So this morning, i went to the bank and sort out all my finances...i feel that i really need to manage my own expenses now....A month from now i MIGHT NOT take any more allowance from my parents...It's time to be independent, it's time to provide, it's time to stop taking...

I changed my FD mature period to one month, i took out all my interests, i planned bout its usage (Isetan is having sales now...LOL), and i thought bout the expenses of going to overseas...

Wow, all of a sudden i feel as if im in control, of course, im praying that God will make a way for me and be a faithful provider...i really need His intervention in this, where my life is concerned...

Coming back, i was feeling in cloud nine yesterday, my fellow pals and i went to a nice, newly opened bar at the Curve...It was tequila night, and guess what, i was challenged by the DJ on a shot of tequila...i won and got a complimentary tequila..haha...

My first round was Blue Margarita, the taste is cool, a decent quencher...
For my second, i took Mexican Martini....luv it...
For my third round, i had Sex-on-the Beach, a fave cocktail of mine...coz i absolutely adore the pineapple juice in the concoction...
Final round, the complimentary tequila i mentioned earlier...

Needless to say, life was good after a few good drinks...and the best part is, i only paid for the first round...My galfriends didnt do as well as i do, they drank juices, heinekan and ILT...Gals...

Ooh...im going to have some more drinks later...bye...

Typically Malaysian....

I thought as im a frequent movie-goer, i should comment a lil' on the attitude that some fellow malaysians have to offer while they're inside the cinema...

So the other day i was getting my weekly dose for my movie crave, i bought tickets for my friends and I, hoping to catch a nice film to start off the week...I insisted that we were to watch Lemony Snickets: A series of unfortunate events, since it has become a hit in the states...

we got ourselves seated, comfy and all, on some of the best seats in the hall, i was thinking: gosh, we are so gonna have a fine, entertained time...Alas, i cudnt be more wrong...

It all started when the film began...

"this is not a story about the elf...", says the narrator...

"Mom, why arent we watching the elves?", says the boy...

"dear, we're watching a story about the poor children...", says the mom...

And for the next hour or so, this is what we got from our beloved spectators, who happen to seat just RIGHT BEHIND us...

i will not even start telling you how unfortunate i am when it comes to having decent neighbours in the cinema, coz ive barely gotten any!

if they're not chowing down some weird smelling food, they're talking nineteen to the dozen, if they're not smooching and getting all over each other in front of me, their legs are wobbling behind me...I shall reserve my two cents worth about ppl with BO and stinking legs and oversized arms that would tend to intrude my 'territory'...Sigh, i feel that my comfort zone has been compromised everytime i try to watch a film...

It continued...

'mom, why is he babbling?', the kid would say...

'He's saying....this....that....bla...bla...more bla...', the mom would explain...

Alrite, i know this is a nickelodeon film, but does that mean we should have an inquisitive child with loud, tearing, piercing voice all over us, and a loving mother who's having the impression that she's telling a bedtime story to her child?

Im not being unkind here, but i cudnt hear a word that Jim Carrey has to say...Well, maybe i do, coz the mother would be repeating the lines after him...My knowledge of the entire film now lies at the mercy of the mom's narration...how lucky i am...

We all know how Jim Carrey has the tendency to speak fast-paced, altered tone and funky pronunciation...so when the mom cudnt get he said, she would just make up stories of her own...

Sometimes it just beats me how unconsiderate some ppl can be...i mean, Hey, someone else is watching the film too...Hello~~~

but that's always been the case...yeah, and only and exclusively in Malaysia...this is the kind of ppl that u will meet everyday in your life....

She has tried...when her child broke into uproarious laughter...

'Son, dun be too loud...', she said...

'wahahaha....', that brat took not the least notice of what his mom said...

'this is not the end, the baudelaire orphans will continue to face more unfortunate events in days to come, but they will always find a way to turn things around, let's just hope that it stays that way...' the narrator concluded...

And there goes another of my UNFORTUNATE day...

'Dun say i didnt warn you'.....