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Saturday, May 08, 2004 0 comments
Currently listening to: Hey Baby (I wanna know if you'll be my girl) - DJ Otzi
Yeah, yeah, distinct lack of updates for a while now (aw, c'mon 2 days tops) but, hey, its the weekend and when you stumble home at 3am from a night out with your peeps the last thing anyone would want to do is write a blog entry. Right?
In other news i think i overdid the exercise this week since my muscles seem to be trying to overload my pain threshold for the last few days.
Well, time for a recap methinks:
Friday Night: Running on from where the last few entries left off i ended up hanging out with Chen Hoe and Joa (+ her ex-colleagues, who we established were a tad dodgy) at the Passions nightclub in KL. Ok, so maybe not quite since when we arrived it was full, you had to be on the guest list, had to be liked by this or that promoter, yada, yada, yada... Ain't it funny that when one goes to a happening place there's all of that 'Don't worry i know this bigwig/so-and-so who can get us in' and various conspirational dealings with the promoters at the door? Hilarious. So anyhow, we ended up popping a bottle of whisky at the bar/restaurant that was connected to the place in order to wait for a better time to enter the club above us (read: wait for the promoters and bouncers to get bored/drunk/tired and therefore enter hassle free). Ironically enough, Zamil's posse of friends were there as well (sans Zamil though) including that close friend of his who i massaged and all that... Awkward to say the least, since i doubt she took it well (women, i swear) contrary to what everyone else thinks. Meh.
And is it just me or does every finance or accounting graduate seem to have worked (or is currently working for) Price Waterhouse Coopers?
Anyway, long story short, we eventually sauntered upstairs so that i could finally have a look at this place which everyone seems to be raving about. Not sure why, but its a hell of a lot smaller than i expected and packed to the brim with the various posers, wannabes and partygoers. Music was ok, layout was pretty good with plenty of seats (from what i could make of it) but, really, nothing too overly amazing to write home about. Joa went dancing with her pals while Chen Hoe and i basically lounged around and polished off the bottle, checked out the scene, stole ciggies from various stray packets that were strewn around and swiped some cake from someone's abandoned celebration. Heh. Once a moocher... ;p
Bleah. Alcohol is God. ;)
Saturday: Went for the 'lunch special' karaoke with my mother in the afternoon at Bangsar. Considered it as a sort of early Mother's Day celebration for her. Hmmm... was a bit awkward at the start since, and this was a bit weird, we were both a bit shy at revealing oursinging voices (or lack thereof) to each other. So there we were, for a full 15 minutes, staring at an empty karaoke screen trying to tempt one or the other into singing first. I guess its kinda normal at most karaoke gatherings (professional singers who are present aside *ahem*) but it was kinda ridiculous when its just mother and son in a HUGE room. I think i know who i got my shyness from. ;p
Anyhoo, after getting some (surprisingly) decent food and drinks into us we were happily belting out tunes for the whole three hours. In hindsight i think i actually found it marginally more enjoyable than going out with a group since we were able to sing continuously with none of that horrendous waiting (or Cantonese songs) which occurs when there are more than four people present. Even better, it allows one to actually try and get some decent practice in singing and selecting specific songs complete with comments from the only other person present so that i'll be able to lessen the embarassment to myself the next time i go out singing with friends... hehehe, maybe i'll even give Zamil a run for his money? ;p
Went for French classes at the Alliance Francaise after that. Went all right. Although i do admit that my muscles were seriously troubling me by that point in time, as was my lack of sleep from the previous night AND the fact that the girl sitting in front of me was wearing a pair of white, ludicrously transparent pants coupled with a bright hot pink g-string. Yep, got a little distracted... ;p
Went home, had dinner, took some painkillers and then met up with Chen Hoe, Joa, and Kwong Heng in the evening for what was supposed to be pool at Breakers but which ended up as a three hour kopitiam chat session at Bestari's. Over plates of mee goreng and alarming quantities of milo ais, limau ais and teh tarik (pretty sure i mangled the spelling there) was the sort of free flowing absurd conversations that are common to such meetings. I mean, aside from taking pictures and thinking up various flame related torments for the cat underneath our table, there were discussions ranging from:
- Pat's insane plan on global domination from heavily armed and zealous 'Martyrs for Humanity' who would attack countries/governments in order to protect peoples rights of existence and individual choice, with no recognition for international borders. Sort of like a rebel group without a God/governmental ideology... Should be bloody. ;p
- An interesting discussion on Poindexter's Future's Market Applied To Prediction Project, how brilliant an idea it was (hey, the anarchist in me thought it was) and how it could actually be applied to a market valuation of an individual's economic value (which i believe was discussed somewhere on Tedy's site) with an emphasis on the value of one's friends in determining your actual value. Sorta like Friendster on crack (and with a full market of friends to trade on). And how about combining that with Poindexter's FutureMAP for the hell of it? Hehehe, controlled terrorist/assassination speculation of your friends/enemies? Awesome! ;p
- Malaysian television crews running around videotaping various muslim citizens commiting 'crimes against nature' and such. Which then followed on to how, because of a lack of news around here these days now that the elections are over, the Malaysian media should 'manufacture' said news... Hmm...
- A lot of other stuff which i don't have time to write down. I'm sure you catch the drift... Those who were there, kindly comment on anything i left out. All very... well... anarchistic... ;p
Ok, this post has gone on long enough.
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