date:
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
title: “Well, as far as I'm concerned, I'm not here to live a normal life. I'm sent here on a mission. ”
Been hanging out with a bunch of people since last week. so to summarize, i'll spread this post into 3 sections of reading.
Met up with Daus and his brother and they brought me into this favorite hang out spot of theirs to which they're practically treated like kings. 2 bars or err..pubs different in same but smack rite next to each other. daus ask me if i wanted to go to "famous" or "laughing". i look at him with a blank stare and heard Faidzal giggling in the back seat. i was so confused as to what he was referring to, and just blindly pick "laughing" since it kind of fit what i wanted to do for the night. so then we went to "laughing" into which i was intro to this hostess named Diana. on first impression, i thought she would just be the type of girl that serves drinks and leaves the customers to drink it off but then i later realize those two brothers call it "laughing" because Diana tends to come up to them and shares her stories all the time. i find her stories amusing as it kind of reminds me of this character in gossip girl that tends to always have a story to tell even though its plainly related to her life. we then later on move on to "famous" to which was i would politely say an adult companionship type of bar for which the only words that matters there are a yes or a firm no. note that i put a firm no.
Next up, i went to this club on top of The Gardens, known as a Club Vertigo. The plan for the night was to celebrate Eddy's B-day. While the view from the club was exquisite, i plainly felt a sharp pain of intrusion as everybody in the club was primarily chinese. but of course, i didn't let that disturb such puny details from enjoying my drink. the dance floor was what i called a piece of class. neon lights that lit up from the bottom of your feet, above your head and just sparkles of light here and there that just make it seem like your in stars. i'll let 3 of the pictures do the rest of the talking.
the only complaint that i had for the place was the tables and chairs was so puny that one of the glass fell down due to its instability. such a waste of potential.
The last person that i met was indeed, another cousin of mine Charlenno. after being pushed and forcing myself to eventually go talk to her, we eventually met up for dinner to which she introduced me to her housemates. Razi, Rika, Eil, and Jan. I was contemplating how should i approach meeting up with my own cousin. asking boogster on how was lenno's housemates where like. 5 mins later spending in her house, i saw a bottle of Jaggermeister came through the door and i realize i'm probably going to die that night. practically everybody passed out, me included. i woke up to find myself in the showers and talk to Razi about random matters. Razi told me he knew about me from before and really wanted to meet me in person. somehow i don't know if i should think of myself as a vip or just some sort of old myth that just came back to reality.
So there's the week that i had. think i'll closed this off for now.
date:
Monday, November 14, 2011
title: “Every movie is wildly different. So many of the problems are the same, but they take on different guises. ” - Griffin Dunne
Arriving in KLIA felt like it was a step backwards and just plainly suck for me. I just can't ditch my bad luck here and there and it was even more evident here. apparently, my bag was still stuck in LAX and somebody forgot to transfer it to my transit flight to China. was i piss, very yesh.
Firdauze once told me i seem to always be thinking 2 steps ahead due to the face something bad is always bound to happen to me. i don't know whether to take that as a compliment or just brush it off as his result of an observation.
so after a day stuck in KLIA dealing with crappy police officials and the only one hard working steward receptionist in four empty counters, i finally gotten my bag. the gifts weren't harm, that was a breather. everything else felt ok.
on the weekend, i push myself to go check out Kota Damansara to check out Segi. I decided to bring Faidzal along because I needed that extra set of outside eyes to judge the place so that I'm sure it won't be another Nilai. Unfortunately, nobody knew that Segi was having its convo and the counselling office was full of hippy people jumping around like mad rabbits that's just gotten out of the shower or something. while we where waiting for some available staff to help us at the counter, we decided to take an adventure and went up the elevator to see what was upstairs. found out there was a classroom, a cafe, another counselling office, and even more classes upstairs. the fact that it was a convo, nobody even suspected us of being intruders to the school.
i seem to being kept getting ask this question a lot since i got here. "Don't take this the wrong way, but are you Malaysian?". if i wasn't one, i'll prob say i'm asian.
