Went to bangsar last night, haven’t been there for ages, not really my kind of place but well, when it’s a friends birthday you go where they so desire..
Still seems like a sub-continent of India, but then it’s been like that for a long time I think.
Bumped into my CEO there too at the Harley shop hanging out with his new bike with a 1.8 litre engine…that’s just ridiculous. Seriously, bigger than the engine on most malaysia cars. Harley meetings are weird, there is a load of young guys hanging around, wondering why they aren’t out parting, and a bunch of middle aged guys hanging around, wondering why they aren’t at home with their wives…
Had a quick beer with him before heading off to T-club, haven’t been there before, it was pretty quiet and not too crowded, plenty of food and beer, which was nice, and a bit of dancing.
Saw a few interesting sites..
1). The pukeworthy chick, a chick with enough flesh to sucessfully cover a larger part of south-east asia whilst lying flat…She had some horrible kind of top on that was open in huge flares at both sides exposing her wobbly, stretch marked love handles pouring out over the waist-band of her trousers…yes…I almost retched.
2). Let’s call him 80’s dude, flashback man, makes us white-boys look bad. SOMEONE CALL THE FASHION POLICE. For me the 80’s was the worst decade for fashion fullstop, bad hair, bad clothes, horrible makeup. So 80’s dude, straight cut black overdied levis, white and light blue pinstrip long-sleeve shirt tucked into the jeans, plain white t-shirt under the shirt, bouffant hairdo. And danced completely like someone out of an 80’s MTV video…multiple pirouettes, over-exaggerated hands in the hair and all.
3). A group of fat chaps pretending to argue (very loudly) and make themselves look tough, although it just made them look like a bunch of pricks. What’s the obsession with trying to look like some hood dwelling bronx nigga anyway? You probably were born in suburbia, you have 1-2 siblings, you are going to medical school, I mean wtf, not like you been shot in the face like 50 cent. If you saw a real gun you’d probably drop a load in your pants. Get a clue, and put your cap on straight.
4). A slightly large chick that was still damn hot, shows if you know how to dress, how to hold yourself, how to dance, you can still be big and hot, like a slightly larger, less skanky version of Britney Spears.
5). The Irish Car-bomb, no not the real one the drink, never seen/heard of it before, it’s half pint of Guiness[/url] stout and a double shot of Bailey’s[/url] Irish Cream..You drop the serving of Bailey’s inside the Guiness glass (glass and all, you don’t pour the baileys in), then down the lot in one shot…and yes, it does work like a bomb, it blows your head off. Tastes kinda nice and weird too.
Anyway it was quite fun…and I’m off to Zoukfest[/url] tonight, which is gonna rox0r my s0x0rs. See you there! Everyone is going I think, including me, Kim[/url], KY[/url], Faggot, Suan[/url], FireAngel[/url], God[/url], JoJo[/url], P h 3 R o X i 4[/url], and about 30 others, I think our group and it’s extended groups is way over 50.
8000 people, sounds like a party!
Then Sunday I have some wedding dinner to go to, and Monday evening I have to submit some big ass document at work, which I really need to work on, on Sunday…
Man this is gonna be a kick-ass busy weekend.
Also officially got some spanking new 512MB DDR 400mhz RAM, my PC is flying now, I think this is officially the first time I’ve posted from this PC, all previous was from the Laptop.