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Last weekend did not go as planned.
Remember I mentioned that the possibility of something really embarassing happening is possible to definite?
Well, guess who brought it upon the clan? Yes, yours truly.
Fell gracefully (if I'm allowed to add) on one knee right in front of The Pharmacy in Bangsar. Thank goodness I was too tipsy to feel an ounce of shame or pain.
I kept apologising to my cousins for humiliating them though. Cam had to hold my hand all the way to the mamak where they forced me into having Nasi Lemak. Poor guy, his 'harga saham' took a plunge with us holding hands.
But then again, he potrayed the gay image the whole night anyway, being the only guy in the company of 5 chicks...so I'll lift the burden of guilt off myself.
I didn't plan on going anywhere near the dancefloor that night, but they played Tempted To Touch. Now, not shaking ya bootay to that tune and Turn Me On should be illegal.
I managed to drag Amy to the dancefloor, but I would have gone and danced with myself anyway if no one wanted to dance with me.
I see you cringe in horror.
Then on Saturday, instead of 'boiling porridge' in Borders, I found myself voluntarily stuck in a booth along my way to the Monorail Station and KL Central. The booth selling indian garments kept me totally captivated for a good hour, after which it was too late to go to Times as I was supposed to meet Maya for a movie in Mid Valley.
Oh, well, there's always next week.
Just when I thought save some money with my dad being in Sibu on Father's Day, he calls me on Thursday saying,"Get the room ready, I'm coming on Saturday". Damn.
I was too lazy to put my brain to work to think of what to get him, so I did what most lazy people do.Got him a card.
It was a pretty cool card, I must say. The cover printed "I love you,dad. I truly appreciate you, You're the best, Happy Father's Day!".
And inside read,"No, I'm not drunk, and no I don't want to borrow money".
How very appropriate :)
But Appa wasnt amused. I guess he thinks that the day I stop asking him for money, would probably be the day Mr. Samy is ousted. Ha ha.
The party's at Waikiki tomorrow night.
I hope it redeems itself after giving me the ultimate BORING clubbing experience the last time I was there.
Gotta make plans to bunk at Sha's place since my dad is around. Dont want him thinking that I'm a night wanderer, lest he makes me reimburse him for the downpayment of the car.
Everyone's saying they're staying over at someone's place...I'm crossing my fingers, hoping we don't get screwed.
I'm bloody mad with Sothi's suspension. Will talk about that soon!
Remember I mentioned that the possibility of something really embarassing happening is possible to definite?
Well, guess who brought it upon the clan? Yes, yours truly.
Fell gracefully (if I'm allowed to add) on one knee right in front of The Pharmacy in Bangsar. Thank goodness I was too tipsy to feel an ounce of shame or pain.
I kept apologising to my cousins for humiliating them though. Cam had to hold my hand all the way to the mamak where they forced me into having Nasi Lemak. Poor guy, his 'harga saham' took a plunge with us holding hands.
But then again, he potrayed the gay image the whole night anyway, being the only guy in the company of 5 chicks...so I'll lift the burden of guilt off myself.
I didn't plan on going anywhere near the dancefloor that night, but they played Tempted To Touch. Now, not shaking ya bootay to that tune and Turn Me On should be illegal.
I managed to drag Amy to the dancefloor, but I would have gone and danced with myself anyway if no one wanted to dance with me.
I see you cringe in horror.
Then on Saturday, instead of 'boiling porridge' in Borders, I found myself voluntarily stuck in a booth along my way to the Monorail Station and KL Central. The booth selling indian garments kept me totally captivated for a good hour, after which it was too late to go to Times as I was supposed to meet Maya for a movie in Mid Valley.
Oh, well, there's always next week.
Just when I thought save some money with my dad being in Sibu on Father's Day, he calls me on Thursday saying,"Get the room ready, I'm coming on Saturday". Damn.
I was too lazy to put my brain to work to think of what to get him, so I did what most lazy people do.Got him a card.
It was a pretty cool card, I must say. The cover printed "I love you,dad. I truly appreciate you, You're the best, Happy Father's Day!".
And inside read,"No, I'm not drunk, and no I don't want to borrow money".
How very appropriate :)
But Appa wasnt amused. I guess he thinks that the day I stop asking him for money, would probably be the day Mr. Samy is ousted. Ha ha.
The party's at Waikiki tomorrow night.
I hope it redeems itself after giving me the ultimate BORING clubbing experience the last time I was there.
Gotta make plans to bunk at Sha's place since my dad is around. Dont want him thinking that I'm a night wanderer, lest he makes me reimburse him for the downpayment of the car.
Everyone's saying they're staying over at someone's place...I'm crossing my fingers, hoping we don't get screwed.
I'm bloody mad with Sothi's suspension. Will talk about that soon!
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