May You Screw Like It's Being Filmed & Drink Like a True Irishman

Drunk is feeling sophisticated when you can't say it

It was another night Saturday nite, and despite the passing of Yang DiPertuan Besar Tunku Jaafar Tunku Abdul Rahman, we all put on our dancing shoes, and head down to the city. And on this particular nite, we decided to see what’s the Boo Hoo Rah theory on Sultan Lounge.

I hate – I am using the word HATE being called a regular @ certain places. True, when I prefer a certain place, I tend to be comfortable and hang there on a constant basis. But still, don’t call me a regular. So, when we decided to go away from the normal hustle bustle of Changkat, I simply loved the idea. Ok, back to the night.

Since, Sultan Lounge is all posh and classy, we all were quite weary and disheartened to go there. Upon entering the place, we could feel the eyes staring into what we wear and who we were. Funny thing, upon facing something like that, you end up carrying your nose high, sway your hips, and pout your lips as a reaction to public scrutiny.

One thing - the place was dead empty on that night.

But by the end of the day, doesn’t matter where we were, as long as we were together and intoxicated, all fake accents, pouty lips and classy- ness went down the toilet bowl. By the end of the night, were broke and walking straight seems like an impossible challenge.

So call me a regular – but I have a certain perception on places I go to. And I would want to just let go of my inhibitions, any traces of pretentiousness for my weekend. So I rather hang back, let my hyena laughter out at places that I am comfortable with, even if you judge me for it; at least even if you are acting posh, the majority of people there are not.

xoxo
Rollo T

I hope Sandy Claws doesn't overlook this...


"T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse."

All I wanted to begin with- was a quiet dinner, under the budget and later a small get together among friends.


Oh well, that remains as wishful thinking .


In reality, it was a whole big mess of different plan and late hours.


Oh well, still no Christmas stockings, white Christmas or Santa Claus.


But by the end of the night, we were at least together, SHARING our drinks and GIVING out intoxicated smiles, hugs and sarcastic remarks.



Merry Xmas.

xoxo

Rollo T


The passage of time is simply an illusion created by our brains.

Each moment is a doorway to time travel


We can never stay in the present.


Funny, as much as we think time travel is impossible we are constantly doing it. The problem is not going to time, is actually staying put in the present.


One look, one smile, one word, one image, and we transport ourselves to our past. The memories that we wish to forget.


Late at night we stay up, thinking of what to happen in few hours time, the uncertainty of your job, the bills you have to pay at the end of the month, the consequences of the mistakes that we make today, and we toss and turn, unable to sleep in the present.


Maybe its true, the key to living your life is living the moment. Forget the past, stop worrying of the future and just be. Even if it meant dying alone, single and penniless. No one ever said marriage and money can ensure happiness, or the end of all worries, right? But then again, can we do it. Can we let go? Not letting our past haunt us. Sleeping through uncertainties? Can we stay within the moment? And finally just be free.


xoxo

Rollo T

Leave the Polluted Hustle Bustle, To Polute Another


Escape the gritty shitty
Shackle blood clot

It's a wade and stench and ditch

So I gotta scratch my itch and switch

Spin around in circle with the blue sky in your eye,

and dance your way out of the city.


I am a city girl. Born and bred in KL. As far as I am concern, even places like Cheras or Klang is just too far from civilization to me.

Since, we are too much of a regular nowadays at a certain areas in KL, we decided to follow the birthday girl wish that weekend and have a get away to somewhere cheap and not too far from the city. Grabbing 2 more people spontaneously, we made our journey down to Port Dickson.

It was a night of without limitations if I may say so. But it was amazing to be away from the city, even if the water wasn’t as clear as certain other places, but it made me realize how much I miss the beach. It was calm and serene.

I was expected it too be without any warm bodies there, but how wrong I was. There was still music playing from god knows where even at wee hours at night. But we kept to ourselves and stick to our little party with BBQ food and ample of drinks.

Besides the scare of an empty house, migraines and headaches from the games we played, and the rain later during the day. I think it’s safe to say, we all had more fun, more than we could have in the city. But I am a city girl, I couldn’t stay away. We packed our things and I was one of the first to leave the next day.

Kudos to the organizer- for great food and mix of drinks. Not forgetting the great game idea that got one of us sick to his stomach and an accommodation that was enough to fit all of us and hide the noises we make. We should make it a quarterly thing to chill out there!

xoxo
Rollo T.

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time,
There was a boy with two bumps on his nose,
And he told me he loves me,
But that was a long time ago.

So, now here I am,
Looking out at the star,
With the memories of his neatly plucked eyebrows,
And wondering who he proclaims to.

Memories deceive me more and more,
His face fades away like a tattered picture,
But I will always remember the two bumps on his nose,
And the night he said I love you under the stars.

That was once upon a time,
But that was a long time ago.

So here I am again,
Looking through pictures,
With a smile on my face,
Wishing I was at that time,
But all I get is card,
That’s written remember me,
From once upon a time,
A long time ago

xoxo
Rollo T.

Writing is a lonely job, unless you're a drinker, in which case you always have a friend within reach.




People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.

Reading through blogs I stumble upon a short story called Angel of The Night. Funny feeling when you feel you can connect with the story. Not because its and every day life scenario that you are facing. But yet because of how much you want to feel needed, and that makes you feel alive, even at the weirdest moment.

So here’s the link to the story.

http://logantanner.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-think-i-might-be-evil.html

xoxo
Rollo T.

Get Rid of Polyester

Prep is someone who cares about their appearance enough to look good -- but not so much that they are superficial. They are conservative, clean cut, classy and classical.
And I am none of the above

The only reason, we were at that dodgier than dodgy club was because – we had no idea what was in store.

How ironic it was, a bunch of us prepping up, ‘snobbing’ ourselves in a club where there was half naked men sweating away on the podium, underage kids dancing away with big-oh so big eyes and old sleazy men.

Just like the club, the night ended up being as dodgy. See, this proves the point of what ‘environment and surroundings’ does to you!

See no matter how prepped up you are, how high you carry your nose, you sunk to another level, given the location and situation.

xoxo
Rollo T.

The glass is neither half-full nor half-empty: it's twice as big as it needs to be

There are 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary,
and those who don't.
And there’s me, who pretends that she does!

After working hours, a few minutes of rest, I decided to put on my RM20 big rimmed glasses and an oversized shirt with black leggings and make an appearance for the birthday party.

The place was packed and it took us about 30 minutes of smiling awkwardly to people we call acquaintance, pushing through sweaty bodies and spilled liquor to get to our also crowded corner. I thought we would look funny in our glasses and out of place. How wrong I was, everyone there pretty much looks the same as our theme. Well, guess nerd's are back in style!

It was my first time in Bar Sonique, and chances are, those were my last.

The music was good, no doubt. The crowd was a fun bunch, I would not deny that.
But after awhile, you just feel the need to breathe. Look, I am not as young as I use to be. Women my age are sleeping at home content with life. But here I am, with drinks spilled and arguing with the bouncers.

The bouncers were the worst. They treated me like a freeloader. On most occasions I am. Not at that particular day.

As the night comes close to the end, the crowd has subsided. I decided to run downstairs and meet up with my friend. As I reached downstairs, I realized that my bladder has not been emptied. Oh my!

As I tried to enter, they stopped me and refusing an entry. I felt like as if I was 18 again. Even as I tried to reason with them that I was only out the door for like 3 minutes, my drinks are still upstairs and I haven’t even said goodbye to the birthday boy. Right….. Why should they care about that?

Even if the crowd has lessen, and since I got out, no one else entered.

I had to pee at the nearest petrol station and get a new pack of ciggs since I left mine there.
I will put on my geeky shirt and my big black rim glasses again. But I am never entering that place again.

Either way, kudos to the organizers and the birthday boy. The social outcasts surely had fun with all the amount of alcohol that were consumed. And my inner nerd were definitely revealed, as I was intimidated by the big bad men outside.
OoOoooh....
xoxo
Rollo T.