A Night To Remember
Waikiki redeemed itself alright!
Bala was fantastic, the crowd was good (lotsa Klang macha's ;)), the DJ spinned good music, we had the dough (pay day!)
It was a perfect combination for an unfogettable night.
I did something very naughty,naughty…Sempoernas…
The moment I lit up, Maya turned to Mai Yin and exclaimed,"Did you think you'd ever see this day?"
Ahh…I honestly don’t think smoking is addictive, the reason I went on is coz THEY MADE ME!
Mai Yin was raving about the supposed sweet taste, and there wasn't anything else that was sweet there (ahem..) so I thought…hmmm,Let's give them something to talk about…
Still in the "But I'm Just A Student!" mindset (keep forgetting that I have my own namecard now :)), we stopped by this Chinese restaurant in PJ to get our pre-clubbing booze.
Who else but yours truly had to do the dirty work; Mai Yin couldn’t be caught dead there because she dines there with her family practically every other week. Maya,well..is Maya.
So I walk in and tell the freshly-permed-haired Chinese lady at the counter,"Aunty, kasi 3 botol Carlsberg…besar punya". As I walked (ran) out of the restaurant, I swear to God all eyes within 10 feet were on me. I kept telling myself a zilion times,"Nevermind Anucia, no big deal..so what if an Indian girl buys three BIG bottles of beer? You don't know anyone here anyway."
Just a split second after I heaved a sigh of relief that the dirty deed's done, we realised that we had no bottle opener.None of us wanted to be singing 'All I Want For Christmas' this year, so Mai Yin was forced to do the next dirty deed. This time, 7 -11 was our victim. Maya refused to go ask the guy,"I can't go in wei. He's Punjabi. What kind of impression would I give?"
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Good evening.
Mai Yin :Good evening (with a big fat grin, I imagine)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Can I help you with anything?
Mai Yin :Actually, yes. I'm sure you have a bottle opener,right? (Here's where she opens the plastic bag,enough to let him peek at the contents)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :(Smiling) Yes, we do.
Mai Yin :Do you think you can open these for me?
7-11 Punjabi Guy :(Grins) Anything for you.
(After his services)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :So, are all these for you? (concealing his amazement)
Mai Yin :Nah, there're pigs in the car.(hhmmpphh!)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Hmm…..friday night party, huh?
Mai Yin :Hehehe…yeah…(concealing her embarassment)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Well, here you go..party hard!
Mai Yin :Thanks a lot!
Maya and I burst into laughter watching her walk out of the store, carefully balancing the three big bottles.
"So…any problems?" I asked, when she slowly eased back into the car.
"Nah…" she replied, and then related the whole conversation to us as we gulped down the beer.
Maya knowingly uttered,"He's Punjabi. He understands."
Ha ha.
Thanks to Maya, we spent the rest of the night warding off men (of the wrong kind) The kinds who would never get the time of our days. Actually some weren't that bad la…but picking up guys from clubs is not our thing.
A friend who was there that night told me that I almost lost my cool with this guy who kept putting his arms around me and asking if I was okay, after telling him twice that I fine. I have no recollection of this, whatsoever.
Nonetheless, it was an awesome night. I've never had so much fun since Penang.
The after effect of Sempoernas and alcohol is out of this world. Anyone who would have ignited the wrath of my fury the next day would have probably seen a side of me even I don't know existed.
That night I was asked again if I were a lesby. Do I look like one? Man..
People always mistake our girlish closeness as lesbo foreplay.
Bala was fantastic, the crowd was good (lotsa Klang macha's ;)), the DJ spinned good music, we had the dough (pay day!)
It was a perfect combination for an unfogettable night.
I did something very naughty,naughty…Sempoernas…
The moment I lit up, Maya turned to Mai Yin and exclaimed,"Did you think you'd ever see this day?"
Ahh…I honestly don’t think smoking is addictive, the reason I went on is coz THEY MADE ME!
Mai Yin was raving about the supposed sweet taste, and there wasn't anything else that was sweet there (ahem..) so I thought…hmmm,Let's give them something to talk about…
Still in the "But I'm Just A Student!" mindset (keep forgetting that I have my own namecard now :)), we stopped by this Chinese restaurant in PJ to get our pre-clubbing booze.
Who else but yours truly had to do the dirty work; Mai Yin couldn’t be caught dead there because she dines there with her family practically every other week. Maya,well..is Maya.
So I walk in and tell the freshly-permed-haired Chinese lady at the counter,"Aunty, kasi 3 botol Carlsberg…besar punya". As I walked (ran) out of the restaurant, I swear to God all eyes within 10 feet were on me. I kept telling myself a zilion times,"Nevermind Anucia, no big deal..so what if an Indian girl buys three BIG bottles of beer? You don't know anyone here anyway."
Just a split second after I heaved a sigh of relief that the dirty deed's done, we realised that we had no bottle opener.None of us wanted to be singing 'All I Want For Christmas' this year, so Mai Yin was forced to do the next dirty deed. This time, 7 -11 was our victim. Maya refused to go ask the guy,"I can't go in wei. He's Punjabi. What kind of impression would I give?"
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Good evening.
Mai Yin :Good evening (with a big fat grin, I imagine)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Can I help you with anything?
Mai Yin :Actually, yes. I'm sure you have a bottle opener,right? (Here's where she opens the plastic bag,enough to let him peek at the contents)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :(Smiling) Yes, we do.
Mai Yin :Do you think you can open these for me?
7-11 Punjabi Guy :(Grins) Anything for you.
(After his services)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :So, are all these for you? (concealing his amazement)
Mai Yin :Nah, there're pigs in the car.(hhmmpphh!)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Hmm…..friday night party, huh?
Mai Yin :Hehehe…yeah…(concealing her embarassment)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Well, here you go..party hard!
Mai Yin :Thanks a lot!
Maya and I burst into laughter watching her walk out of the store, carefully balancing the three big bottles.
"So…any problems?" I asked, when she slowly eased back into the car.
"Nah…" she replied, and then related the whole conversation to us as we gulped down the beer.
Maya knowingly uttered,"He's Punjabi. He understands."
Ha ha.
Thanks to Maya, we spent the rest of the night warding off men (of the wrong kind) The kinds who would never get the time of our days. Actually some weren't that bad la…but picking up guys from clubs is not our thing.
A friend who was there that night told me that I almost lost my cool with this guy who kept putting his arms around me and asking if I was okay, after telling him twice that I fine. I have no recollection of this, whatsoever.
Nonetheless, it was an awesome night. I've never had so much fun since Penang.
The after effect of Sempoernas and alcohol is out of this world. Anyone who would have ignited the wrath of my fury the next day would have probably seen a side of me even I don't know existed.
That night I was asked again if I were a lesby. Do I look like one? Man..
People always mistake our girlish closeness as lesbo foreplay.
2 Comments:
Glad to know u had a good time!
Keep it up!
@nu
Paran knowingly nods in agreement. Even though he's not Punjabi.
Oi! Sempoerna's nowdays eh. Hmm... I'll find you for a Sempoerna session one day. Party hard and say 'TAK NAK!' =D
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