Thursday, October 30, 2008
Kao Hao's birthday which just so happened to double as a Secondary school class get-together was a blast! It was as though timer on our friendship jammed after graduation and ticked once more that very day.Sure, being your definitive skeptic and all, I have my fair share of doubts when it comes to gathering with people whom spent 1/2 a decade apart.
A much probable result would be one which proceeds with so much awkwardness you might actually drown in it. Or so you'll hope when you actually find yourself alive and wondering why the heck is there so many insufferable seconds in a minute.
But this isn't it. The evening's prelude of a dinner when by like a hot knife through butter that one might actually feel the slick. Which was the sentiments I was impressed upon after I was greeted by both their smiling faces and empty dishes.
Introducing my Secondary school mates, Wei Jian and Chong Wei! Oooh Chong Wei's so cute!
Me with the ladies, Renee and Jane!
Ooh and heres Ben!
Roger here is a pilot. Talk about rich friends eh?
Add 2 more to the list of pilots, people.
Yes yes, I was late. Can't say you're surprised and can't say I'm sorry about it either.
By the time I made my entrance, the foreplay for the night's festivity were concluded and everyone was served deserts of random chatter sprinkled with an equal part of friendly bantering.
It's Kah Hao's birthday so here's the star of the night unwrapping his present.
Hahaha you'll probably laugh as hard if you see what he got!
Yeah its a condom alright!
A group pic is definitely in order here.
Much haste was evident as we left promptly in sleek sport cars of Kah Hao's friends after exhausting the mainstream topics that always filled the air when catching up with old friends and arrived at Zouk in style.
How he ever made friends with those pilots of a friend, I'll never fathom. But what I know is that perhaps piloting helicopters have taken a hazardous toll on their perspective of safe driving. It was one of the few rare occasions I really appreciate the invention of safety belts.
Slightly weak knee-ed and light headed from all those Gs we've pulled at every turn and bend, Roger, Kah Hao, Wei Jian and I made a bee's line into Zouk and fell in with the other who arrived slightly.
Liquor in jugs were soon going around with unfaithful straws serving each and everyone and it wasn't long till the high kicked in. Self inhibition more or less fell apart at that time.
Amos was there too! He must be stalking me.
With the world spinning around on several random axis all at the same time, we hit the dance floor and PARTIED!!!
Here's the party goers! Oops we missed Ben abit.
Lowered the damn camera and viola!
Suffice to say liquor isn't the best aid in a already failing memory, my recountal after all that party juices ran its course may be lacking in the departments of accuracy as well as coherency.
Nobody's perfect so put a cork in it before I my put mine in for you. Pun totally intended.
It could have been a minute or was it several days later to me, but Kao Hao's female classmates managed to hit the scene. About goddamn time! I had enough of dancing with guys and it was bordering on a sausage fest.
Kah Hao's girls. In a non-pimp kinda way of course you sick shites!
Yes, I know that Renee was there. But you couldn't really take into account her presence as her attention the whole time was hogged selfishly by 'someone'. Where's the spirit of sharing!? I wanna dance with her too!
Anyway, brief introductions were made, albeit those exchanged found themselves lost amongst the blasting music as well as the haze of intoxication. With the deemed social protocols honored to the letter, there wasn't really much else to do but get down to business on hand. Or legs in this case.
What else could I mean by business in a place where booze chugging is the culture and funky beats blasting over the speakers were so loud you could hardly hear yourself think?
Dancing, you dolt!
Just friends but already looking like they belonged to each other!
*SMACK* What happened? Erm... LOL!
Minutes gushed on by and pooled into hours and those hours flew right out the window. Fun has a way of spinning the globe a little faster sometimes. But that is not to say that its journey went by without a single event worth mentioning.
In fact, there were two.
Lets start off with the darker one as I'm not one who likes to close on an unhappy note.
1) So with our heads in space, we dance and fooled around on the dance floor with these bunch of strangers who seep through our ranks. One guy apparently took my serious lack of inhabitation as a come-on and danced naughtily with me.
I was okay till he slip his hands into my front pockets and tried to burrow a little too deep for comfort. Of course I freaked and bolted for me mates taking a breather at the cluster of tables.
But that's not the end. Seeing that he lost his prey, that guy went around searching for me and when he finally dug me, he merely stated, not ask, "Why are you here. Lets go have fun!".
With that, he held my hands and dragged me back to the dance floor, perhaps to have his way with me. I was sloshed but not that sloshed and disappointingly, to both that guy and you sick shites hoping I'll be sodded, I managed to pull a fast one on him and left him alone amongst the grooving mob.
On a somewhat cheerier note.
2) One of the strangers who danced with us was this babe. Believe it or not she actually chose and danced with me. Maybe she was that drunk, or maybe she's blind to begin with, I would never know.
But I know that we danced with each other for perhaps a lifetime or two. We had tons of fun as we both pulled out all our dance routines, from the simply inane to some that tentatively brushes the fringe of sensuality.
Though I was head deep in alcohol, I managed to get her name and even took a photo with her. And everything went downhill from there.
Seeing my friends just standing apart from me and not joining in the fun, I pulled them in to dance with the babe. Apparently after I've rinsed and repeat a couple times with them damn obstinate people, she apparently got the point that we might not go beyond just picture taking and dancing.
So she moved away, avoiding me totally and treating though the time we spent before as though it was a booze induced dream.
Or that could have really been a booze induced dream if not for this:
Me and Rachael. If I got it correctly that is.
What's the point of getting her name and a photo with her in it when I NEVER GOT HER NUMBER right!? Yeah, I'm a fucking tard.
Oh well. Let me end this entry with a phrase of wisdom. Any night with booze and groove is a night well spent!
Till the next hangover, dance baby, dance!
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 12:12:00 PM