Good bye & Farewell, Timon!!|W|P|112644210022773517|W|P|Good bye & Farewell|W|P|
‘Huh??? Divorced already?? What happened? Why like that? Aiiyooo…..how now ar? The family must surely feel sad, so upsetting. After this, don’t know who’s going to marry her. *While shaking head and handing out insincerely sympathy. And just waiting to tell Aunty CNN about it so that together they can go forth and 'proclaim' the lastest news in town.* Tsk..tsk..tsk, poor thing.’Bet you’ve heard this a million and one times before, right? Even if it didn’t concern your family, it might have happened to some friend or acquaintance before. It really is no longer a shock nor a surprise to hear this any more. Why? Simply because it’s happening around almost every corner, every other day. Our courthouse is FILLED with such cases, rows and rows of couples queuing up to end a relationship they once thought could last a lifetime. Couples who tied the knot and once believed that they would sail the seven seas of a lifetime together, brave every storm that comes their way and celebrate in the triumph, but then….what happened? . Anything could have caused this major decision : things just weren’t working out (despite trying to reconcile), it wasn’t meant to be (and only NOW we realize it) or even the interference of a third party (s/he understands me more than you do, you don’t spend enough time with me, you don’t know me..bla, bla, bla). And after the drama and commotion, the couple heads for a divorce. Then what? Change of status….EGAD!! . She’s a divorcee – BIG DEAL!!! You know, I’m really sick and tired of hearing what the society thinks of divorcees, in general. Really, what’s the big deal? Being a divorcee is nothing more than a status. It doesn’t make you any less human, it doesn’t make you lose your self worth, you are still who you are and if at all it means something, it means that you’ve learnt a valuable lesson, it makes you a stronger person, makes you realize where you went wrong and NEVER make the same mistake again. Why have I brought this up? Well, because it simply irks me when I think what and how OUR society thinks and behaves when the word ‘divorcee’ is mentioned. . I know of this single guy, we were chit chatting one day and he was telling me how there was this one time he and his friends were sitting around and
*Sides in stitches!!! Wipes tears off eyes.* Thanks, Amara. :P|W|P|112615616218571617|W|P|What to say when....|W|P|
I’ve been wanting to write this for AGES but never really got around it. This thought was actually triggered by a particular post by Centerpide on clubbing which I read some time ago. I thought it would be a good idea to share my experience, views and what I see when I go clubbing. . I won’t deny the fact that THOSE days are gone. ‘THOSE days’ meaning partying from 10pm right up to 4am or even more. I love dancing and loud music – what other reason would I go to a club for?? Yes, at one point in my life – that was my lifestyle, a typical young adult/teen’s lifestyle. No need to pretend as it seems like as if it is something new or shocking to you. We’ve all been down that road once before – not all but most people have. Some didn’t like the idea and quit while others like myself, LOVED it (and still do), and continued to enjoy what little enjoyment and entertainment the clubbing scene could give. I’ve slowed down A LOT these couple of years, most likely due to various reasons from living too far from Penang (Yes, distance is a pain in the arse and no, I’m not THAT desperate that I need to go clubbing EVERYWEEK) to not having the proper company (As it seems like as if all my partying kaki has since disappeared from the face of the earth and my best friend lives in KL) to realizing that clubbing extensively is really a waste of time AND money. . Let me share with you an incident, no – 2 incidences actually. One directly connected with me and another is a typical club scene. College days were the BEST days of my life (Hope Bryan Adams doesn’t sue me for quoting part of his lyrics from ‘Summer of 69’. Heh.). Really. I wouldn’t change it for the world and what I’ve experience then, has served as a VERY VERY good lesson that has lasted till now and I believe for the rest of my life. I have to thank my mum for being open-minded enough and letting me go out and experience LIFE as it is. And THIS is a part and parcel of life. I can actually look back now and say, ‘Yes, I’ve experience it all. I know what it’s like.’ Although the lessons I learnt were the hard way, I think it leaves a stronger and longer impression on me – good thing too, I’m quite a hard nut to break. Heh. . I used to live in a hostel and one night just before I moved out to stay with my relatives, we had a party in the hostel. There was booze and chics – what more could one ask for?? :D We had with us a bottle of Tequila (Gawd, even writing this out and reminiscing this moment is already making me nauseous.) with us although alcohol was not permitted in the hostel, then again at that age, all I thought of was, ‘Hey, rules are meant to be broken!’ – so what the heck!! And so with loud music, booze & non-stop shots of tequila pop, it wasn’t long before I began to see stars. Yup, I was high, I was happy and then not a moment later, I was puking! I couldn’t make it in time to the bathroom so imagine the trail of evidence I left behind, containing what I had for dinner on the floor and on the walls. Don’t ask me how come gravity didn’t do its job coz’ clearly, my almost digested dinner of char koay teow with superbly large and juicy ham (cockles) was not only on the floor, it was REALLY plastered on the wall too. As disgusting and icky as it sounds, it smelt and looked even worst! By the time I had safely made it to the toilet, nothing much was left to throw up, so a good friend help me clean up and tucked me into bed while she and a few more other friends (who were still standing) help clean up OUR mess. I wasn’t the only one who left trails of evidence behind. Another girl, Dora left her trail down the stairs to the toilet down stairs. Heh. What a sight and SMELL!! . While they were cleaning up, I tried to fall asleep but I couldn’t coz I felt as if my bed was spiraling upwards. And not only that, every now and then, I would get this urge to throw up and when I tried to, nothing came out, just bile and water. And since I couldn’t get myself out of bed, I had a plastic bag beside me all the time. What started out as a SUPERB night turned out to be the WORST night of my life!! I will NEVER forget this night for the rest of my life because it has thought me a VERY valuable lesson. Getting drunk is not only harmful to your body but also makes you like a fool not to mention a nuisance to your friends coz being true friends although they will stick by you and help you out, what kind of impression are you giving them of yourself? If you felt that my use of the word ‘nuisance’ seems harsh, would ‘being a pain in the arse’ sound better? I didn’t think so either. I felt bad for my friends who stayed up and stayed back to clean up MY mess. It was from that moment that I promised myself that I would never EVER get drunk again. And I will never drink Tequila Pop again. . Ever realize how some of your ‘friends’ just love forcing you to ‘bottoms up’ every now and then? And you actually do it? Well, I totally dislike and disapprove of it simply because it is VERY unladylike and it’s just a way to make you get drunk faster. The purpose – I don’t know, should there be a reason to do something stupid? I don’t give in to crap like this. You may agree or may not agree with me on this but the fact remains that if you want to have a good time, how the hell are you going to do that if you’re pissed drunk and don’t know what is happening around you? If you wanna have fun, stay sober or if not, just a WEE bit high – that’s fine. I know that if one is TOTALLY sober, it’s not that nice coz you don’t really get to feel that special euphoric feeling but this isn’t an excuse for you to over do it. I have ‘friends’ like that – those who LOVE trying to make me bottoms up ("Lai....liow liwo liow!!!" - sounds familiar?), but I never give in. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why I don’t have many party people around me anymore. *Shrugs* O well…I think I can do without 'friends' like that. Are they even CALLED friends??? . Second incident which REALLY enforced my stand to never get drunk in clubs or anywhere else but my home – my favourite, the toilet club visits. Hmmm…..I don’t even know WHERE to start. My advice to all the ladies out there - if you want to use a clean toilet, please do so before 1am. It is NOT advisable to go AFTER. Meaning to say that you need to watch your liquid intake and keep it to a minimum or else you wouldn’t be left with a choice. Why do I say this? Picture this : A hot, sexy mama walks by and all heads turn, both guys and girls. Guys are ogling and salivating simultaneously and the girls are bitching about it – typical scenario. The night goes on fine, lovely night out – loud music, drinking..having fun and then it’s time to go home. You hop over to the ladies one last time (which is by the way a BIG mistake) before that long drive back to Kulim (This is really ME talking here.) and WHAT do you SEE? Almost all the stalls are taken but the doors are all open! How come?!?!?! (You'll soon see why - it's always like this.) The empty ones are totally ‘contaminated’. So you keep walking and hoping to find a ‘clean’ one and as you peek into a slightly opened door to check, you see this SAME hot, sexy mama bent over the toilet bowl with half her head/hair IN the bowl and the other half of her hair is plastered against her face and messed with puke! OMG…what a horrid sight!! She seemed lifeless – is she dead??? Suddenly she sits up right, spasms attack and she tries to throw up – nothing happens so she slums downs again. I didn’t need to see more and I didn't want to either. I just shook my head and walked away. What a waste of good liquor…..and money. While waiting for the gang to get back from their own toilet ‘treats’, I see the same ‘hot, sexy mama’ being carried out over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes – what an exit!!! I was amazed she actually managed to get up on her feet after what I was…sigh. See what I mean by being a nuisance to others and looking like a fool? Do you actually think it’s NICE? It’s not nice getting drunk. And it’s DEFINITELY not attractive – all that glamour and grace as she entered the club got washed away just coz she was couldn’t get a grip of her self. Getting drunk doesn’t mean you had a good time – it just means that you have no self control. . You know what I like best about clubs these days, I just love to sit back and watch the people. Why? Because it’s really nice to see people have fun and every now and then when my favourite song starts to play, I dance along, get a little high but still sober enough for me to drive back to Kulim and pass the breath-analyzer. And as disgusting and horrid as it sounds, it really zaps me back to reality, seeing people make fools of themselves coz it never fails to knock more sense into me to ALWAYS be in control of my actions and alcohol consumption. . Although, I mentioned a lot of what I see when I see girls drunk, I don’t think I need to explain what happens when guys get drunk. In just 5 sentences :
Left : The MOST expensive piece of chocolate dipped strawberry I have ever had. I didn't think it was worth it at all! But anything just once, for the sake of EXPERIENCE, an EXPENSIVE experience. Right : What was left of it after 2 minutes. ' Part 1 (Note : There are not many pictures, just a few blurry ones - sorryla, cam jenis biasa saja) '
Well, I'm off for a SHORT holiday. I'm going to visit a VERY close friend of mine. So, I won't be posting over the weekend (not that I do anyway) and neither will I be replying any of your comments. No, I won't be silently reading your blog OR even be NEAR a computer although I know there are tons of CCs around. I'm taking this chance to 'purify' myself of all traces of anything that's got to do with blogging and see if I can survive it or not. Coz' it's gonna be damn tough when I finally go for my LONG vacation in October. Sigh.
I will take into account the number of comments I get while I'm gone as a sign of how much you guys miss me. Heh. No la...just joking. But it would DEFINITELY make me feel good. Heh. I'm such a attention seeker, aren't I? Yes, I am....:D Ciao people!
HAVE A WONDERFUL & BLESSED WEEKEND!!! *HUGS from a BIG gurl coz I am*
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Ps. Some bad news though. Sigh. My sis recently informed us someone scratched Herbie. So, now he has a deep gash. Waaaaaa!!!!! He hasn't been fixed up yet. Soon I hope. Before it starts to rust. Sigh.
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