Monthly Archives: February 2008

Are You An Anti-Alarm?

“You’re like an anti-alarm. Getting out of bed is so difficult with you in it!”

I think being an anti-alarm is a double-edged sword.
Evil but nice at the same time.
I like being an anti-alarm.

Shy

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One of the first people i went to catch up with was RowdyRudy. We headed for Chilli’s in KLCC and laughed over Guinness pints and tequila shots. At 4pm. We’re allowed. We’re adults and we can do whatever we want haha.

At one point, we were excitedly blabbering over a secret when he went, “Alright!” and high-fived me.
And we both burst out laughing.

“I can’t believe we just had a high five moment! Laughinghe grinned.

Our friendship has taken on to the next level, for sure.

Come to think of it, the boys in Saigon showed me their secret sign for which girls to avoid while we were clubbing.

You know you’ve become one of the guys when they start high-fiving and sharing Avoid-That-Chick signs.
Whatevah Cool

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3 Girls, a Bottle of Wine

and a Cup of Coke.

I stole that line from Ash’s FB. Woman damn semangat FB-ed the pics right away.

Shocked

Went out to Mansion last night to catch up with just the two of them.
Amazingly, we layaned diri in an almost-empty club.

Non-smoky, big empty silver lounges and pillows, a bottle of shiraz between QueenKanch and i, Coke for Ash, fantastic music that moved from some serious retro (they played One Way Ticket! Phwoar.) to progressive dance – we were set.

Mansion, AHR

“Eh your top is nice.”
“Yellow!”
“Yellow is in wut now.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah. I just avoid it cos i feel like Ronald McDonald if i wear it -_-”

Mansion, AHR

Hey you can see my tiny cassette necklace from Kraftgrafik.

Mansion, AHR

All the space you need Laughing

Mansion, AHR

Me playing my imaginary piano.

Mansion, AHR

Mansion, AHR

MaryBerry was missing cos she had work the next day.

Hmm that’s right. Us three are… officially unemployed. For now.
AshleyTheMonkey has quit Carat Club and is starting her own jewelry line.
I will be tied down in March (that’s soon..! No more holidays >.<).
And QueenKanch upon graduating, will probably get some job that earns more then the rest of us put together to fund her expensive bags, anti-wrinkle cream and god knows what else.

It’s Good To Be Home.

It really is.
Feels great to be back in familiarity and know where everything is and how much to pay for what without getting conned!

First thing i had to deal with was all the work emails.

0_o

And i’m getting back into the flow of things to sort out, new places opening, new opportunities and suddenly by being away, KL’s all exciting again!

I miss the boys in Saigon though.

Saigon, Vietnam
Eduard, Jonathan (mm tho we didn’t really hang with him leh), Tommy, Milcah, moi

Saigon, Vietnam
Alan

Saigon, Vietnam
Eduard + moi. We be after-partying it.

Saigon, Vietnam
Tommy playing DJ.

Okay gotta run off for Chap Goh Meh dinner now, then see QueenKanch!

KL Undercover

Cos i love Kevin, yo. Kevin… Yeoh… geddit?
Shy

KinkyPugKevin, in his genuine love for hip hop, has organized this.
I will definitely be going. Not because i like hip hop >.< but because i love Kevin. And it’ll be nice to see Cza in action.

The first time i spoke to Cza was when i interviewed Ahli Fiqir for a feature interview about three years ago.
Despite my superfail memory, i can remember this story he told me – how he painted something for a girl he was crushing on, and when he finished and wanted to give it to her, he couldn’t fit it out through the door frame.

So cute, kan?

KL Undercover

I’ve only been away from KL for a while and all these new clubs and bars have been popping up like mushrooms (hmm… mushies.. Silly). I read the flying thinking, Paradiso? What’s that? Where’s that? Apa ni…!? Lost mouse!

The Baby-Gobbler.

We went to Bounce again last night till it closed (early, i must say, at 12:30 am) before another club (i forgot its name -_-).
Hard core progressive and we were rocking it till we figured we should bounce before getting too drunk.

Tommy had to layan some dude about business so we drank at his table full of men.
It was only later when i realised the other men were all his bodyguards, including this scary-looking motherfucker – short, bald, fierce face.
“That dude looks like he eats babies, man!” commented Alan.
“No shit..!”

I wish i took a quick shot of him so you could see what i mean.
But then he might take a bite out of me

0_o

We went home and i played music from my iPod connected to the speakers and danced till i passed out on the bed next to me.
We all woke up in different rooms this morning -_-

Round 2 Tonight

The boys took us out partying last night and we club-hopped, till we ended up after-partying at home.

Till the cops came :p

Sorry brain not working now. I feel like i’ve been here ages but i still have 5 more days!

Hanoi – Saigon. Missed it. Almost..!

Being the champion that i am, i almost missed my flight to Saigon cos Milcah checked us out of the hotel and it didn’t occur to me to retrieve my passport (i.e. i forgot -_- and so did they, to return it) till she spurted some passport story while we were shooting down champagne in the taxi.

I stoned, then went, “Shit! My passport!!!”

So i got them to send it over to the airport and tipped the guy even tho he refused it at first for forgetting it in the first place.

Both person’s fault, mostly mine, i figure!

I was just so thankful we didn’t miss our flight out of NothingToDo Land.

When we landed in Ho Chi Minh, MilcahG asked the stewardess, “Are you from Hanoi?”

She shook her head and said, no, Ho Chi Minh.

“Good.” Milcah replied stoutly, “Cos Hanoi sucks. -_-

Everyone else around laughed along politely/nervously.

Me: 0_o”” Urm, yeah, she didn’t have much fun there.

Tommy and Edward picked us up from the arrivals and put us on the third floor bedroom (Milcah:”Shit. So many steps!”) of their agency here. It’s a pretty sexy five-storey building they did up with reception and pond downstairs.

We wanted to get a quick nightcap before bed, so we prepared to go out to a bar.

MilcahG asked Edward whether he was going to chicken out. He said he didn’t understand Malaysian slang. Milcah said it’s not Malaysian slang! Edward said he’s Russian and joked, “I really don’t know… chicken out? Is it like pork in?” I giggled cos i got what he meant whereas Milcah went -_- and asked him not to be stupid.

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