Let me make this clear for you,
I like it when you get jealous and angry,
Or when you nod your head when I say something,
Pretending to get me even when you don't.
I like it when you act all cute,
Being someone else with me,
That no one knows.
I smile when you say what you feel for me,
But I can't say anything because I get too scared.
I like when you share your record collection with me,
Even if I have to google the names up,
You have your DVD shelved,
Would you think less of me if you know that I don't alphabetized mine,
Can you still keep that smile,
Even after I criticized the movie you like,
Or get carried away with the one I love
Can you sleep peaceful at night
When I grind my teeth so loud
And you need the rest more than you need me.
If I wear a short dress,
That makes me have another pair of cheeks to powder,
Will you still hold my hand proudly,
Even as the guys see more than they can imagine.
Can you still kiss me if I make a bad joke,
Will you let me use Chappele and Seinfeld as a reference,
To life greatest topics
There are things you need to know about me
I’m weak right now, so weak right now
I need proof before I dare to open this heart
And I play tough because I get scared to need someone
Will you let me watch porn,
While I have you inside me,
Can you just say yes, when I get turned on,
Even if we are eating at McDonalds.
Can you let me be myself,
And not spit while I'm next to you,
Can we not live in together
Because I don't want you around me all the time
Can you always be truthful to me,
Can you not compete with my past,
Do you still keep a picture of her?
If I say I don't love you back,
Can you please keep fighting for my affection,
Can you hold me tonight?
And if I fall, just catch me.
Melt my heart to Stone
I have to stop repeating myself like a broken tune,
Stuck in a past that never do me good,
Running in the present that only creates more self destruction.
Hoping of something that would never be said,
I am all for chasing pavements,
But it has to be the real thing ad not some temporary fix,
That deludes me into filling space with ills that would do no good.
Let me wear my heart on the sleeve with doe eyes,
Only wants what I deserve and nothing less,
To not give in to anyone excuses and bad intentions,
To stop making excuses for those who build me up and left me to die,
Never ever to give in to my own pretending to let him be what he never was in my mind,
Be me, and be okay with it.
xoxo
Rollo T
When U Wanna Run, It Takes You For A Stroll
Trade in those champagne and caviar, when you know you should be having beer and hot dogs
xoxo
Rollo T on one of those random nights
Rollo T on one of those random nights
“The more decisions that you are forced to make alone, the more you are aware of your freedom to choose”
For me, I want to blame it on being my star sign, but then I get fickle on whether it's the star sign or freewill.
For me, I want to blame it on being my star sign, but then I get fickle on whether it's the star sign or freewill.
I was under excruciating pain. Oh how I love to exaggerate.
My point is, the more I know I shouldn't be out, the more I wanted to just go. Popped up about 4 different pain killers, put on a dress, let my bruise make its mark on my arm, and drove myself down to Zouk.
I have never really liked the fact being in Zouk. Memories I have of it, that stuck in my head was when I was 23, and a 19 year old boy said expressionless, "Oh, so you are a veteran," Damn. No one likes feeling old huh?
Then, being persuaded to go and nothing better to do, I thought, what the heck. If I wanna leave later, I could just go.
But the mixture of the pain killers and the night, just made it all right. It was my first time in Phuture, Zouk on it Flava night. And even in the VIP section it was packed as hell.... you wish you could just slain yourself, so people would make space.
What.. i actually don't have a point here. Have I ever had one?
xoxo
Rollo T
My point is, the more I know I shouldn't be out, the more I wanted to just go. Popped up about 4 different pain killers, put on a dress, let my bruise make its mark on my arm, and drove myself down to Zouk.
I have never really liked the fact being in Zouk. Memories I have of it, that stuck in my head was when I was 23, and a 19 year old boy said expressionless, "Oh, so you are a veteran," Damn. No one likes feeling old huh?
Then, being persuaded to go and nothing better to do, I thought, what the heck. If I wanna leave later, I could just go.
But the mixture of the pain killers and the night, just made it all right. It was my first time in Phuture, Zouk on it Flava night. And even in the VIP section it was packed as hell.... you wish you could just slain yourself, so people would make space.
What.. i actually don't have a point here. Have I ever had one?
xoxo
Rollo T
Be envious of those who drinks -they know what to blame on!
There are no good girls gone wrong - just bad girls found out
Mae West
Mae West
A trip that conjure up a sense of naughtiness, escape and a secret well kept besides those snapshots that would not make to even dream of becoming a politician. As I reach home I realize if I had low-cholesterol order from the doc and keep the alcohol before 3pm i had violated it, with flair and without style! It was a bachelorette party that went wild!
When I first decided to go for the trip, in my mind, brace yourself, intoxicate, and just make the best out of it. Never in my wildest dream thought it would be what it was.
If I could create an award, that trip would definitely hands down get an accolade for such fun! The girls that I was with was just simply amazing. Tiger lily.. wish I had more time there with your entourage!
Koh Phi Phi, despite having the BURGER RAMLEE costing RM10 for a burger without cheese and the fact that plastic doesn't apply, I fell in love with it! The wild nights, the SINGHA, SORAYA (the most amazing Thai bartender), and oh those hot divers at that lil shop!
Apache bar.. we couldn't keep away from it.. even for a night. All those random boys on the street.. we couldn't keep away as well. ;) And we cannot keep ourselves away from those buckets as well!
But as all rules of trip goes.... What happens there, stays there.
And even as I leave the lil island to head home, I met two incredible, hot boys to keep me entertained till I reach Krabi.
To sum it... one hell of unexpected experience!
xoxo
Rollo T
Kudos to the organizer, for making it such a memorable trip for all of us. We had one hell of a time, brazzing our already tanned self at the beach, looking at hot bods, counting numbers of people that peed at the beach, and getting ourselves over the normal limit of tolerance level! Without u at the trip, you know it wouldn't come close to even being fun.
When I first decided to go for the trip, in my mind, brace yourself, intoxicate, and just make the best out of it. Never in my wildest dream thought it would be what it was.
If I could create an award, that trip would definitely hands down get an accolade for such fun! The girls that I was with was just simply amazing. Tiger lily.. wish I had more time there with your entourage!
Koh Phi Phi, despite having the BURGER RAMLEE costing RM10 for a burger without cheese and the fact that plastic doesn't apply, I fell in love with it! The wild nights, the SINGHA, SORAYA (the most amazing Thai bartender), and oh those hot divers at that lil shop!
Apache bar.. we couldn't keep away from it.. even for a night. All those random boys on the street.. we couldn't keep away as well. ;) And we cannot keep ourselves away from those buckets as well!
But as all rules of trip goes.... What happens there, stays there.
And even as I leave the lil island to head home, I met two incredible, hot boys to keep me entertained till I reach Krabi.
To sum it... one hell of unexpected experience!
xoxo
Rollo T
Kudos to the organizer, for making it such a memorable trip for all of us. We had one hell of a time, brazzing our already tanned self at the beach, looking at hot bods, counting numbers of people that peed at the beach, and getting ourselves over the normal limit of tolerance level! Without u at the trip, you know it wouldn't come close to even being fun.
Over the months
Rock the World
God knows whether this rock the world has reached a double digit. Who could keep track?
After working hours, I hit traffic and head down to Air Asia.
With much intoxication from the CNY luncheon, I was still gi
ggly even when I checked in my bags or even when I drove to the airport.
Upon arriving, me and m
y Party Boy, couldn’t wait to get our hands on the duty free vices.
Next morning, a cold one is just the right cure for it.
And by night, I was back in
KL wishing I was still in Langkawi grooving to the sounds of Pure Vibe!
LABUAN OPEN 2009
What can I say...
Upon heading there, I was like a kid in a candy store.. the two words any KB would like to hear.. was being conceptualize.. DUTY FREE....
By noon, we were knocked out silly by coconut flavoured delish and that mix of pineapple.
As the dawn hits.. then we get the cold feet. We are playing paintball after 2 years of being away and lacking the proper training that was used to be drilled upon us by our previous mentors and coaches.
But all in, we didn't do quite bad I guess, for someone who just formed a team a day before. Luck was on our side, and the LUXE markers made it all good and right.
By night fall, at the players party, all rules are thrown at before we entered the "DISKO". We stuck on our intoxicated smiles, KL style, and partied the roof down to god knows what era of a song!
We are missing the labuan hospitality and those school kids by the time we reach back to the office to work that Monday!
You know, its wrong, when u wake up, and you don't remember, where you are and you had to check if you had your clothes on....
Someone once said
Bangkok smells of sex, but this aroma is mingled with the sharper whiffs of sex and money. To me... it just reeked the smell of hangovers, and sleazy bars...
xoxo
Rollo T on things that have been going on since the New Year
25 Random Fun Facts about Rollo T.
I actually had this up on facebook note. But I just want to keep this here.
- Joshie: My once-use-to be-white teddy that I sleep with that can disgust any guy who ever had a sleepover at my place. It was a gift from my friends (eleen, srie, sue + the rest) on my 19th birthday. I still sleep and hug it every night.
- I miss those who I had loved before, but I know I can never be with them. The kind of thing that just kills you inside.
- I would live the country in a heartbeat – but when I can, I make reasons not to. Don’t even try to figure me out!
- I grind my teeth when I sleep. I can’t replicate the sound when I am awake. When I get really tired it gets even worse. For those who had to endure it, I pity all of u.
- I don’t eat barbeque-d chicken. I don’t know why, I just don’t like it. I would always stick to chicken sausages
- I always am the luckiest person in an unlucky situation (Aref – you were the one who made me realize this!)
- Movies are a sacred thing to me. Taking a guy to the cinema to watch a movie on a date is like meeting the parents for me. I would only do that, once I know I am crazy about the person enough. Only if I were crazy about him that even if he thought a movie like 30 days of night is cool, I would still kiss him afterwards.
- When my mom was pregnant with me, she thought I was a boy. A few scanners confirmed that I was a boy. She called me Amin, when I was resting in her tummy. Only moments before labour she found out that I am actually a girl. At least that’s the story she told me. Well, at least that explains my un lady-like behaviour.
- I am cynic, and yet I am a hopeless romantic. I am a walking contradiction.
- I hate making decisions. Sometimes, I can’t even decide whether I am hungry. I try to rationalize too much before making decision.
- I attract mentally unstable people. See my facebook profile - I am an insane magnet. Psychotic men tend to feel at home with me. But then again, a close friend once said that, the men I have loved and been with are normal people until they be with me (Yes Fendi, u were the one who said it, I can always count on u to come up with ways to give me a dose painful realization). Go figure.
- Nik Justin is the first person that calls me by the name Tits. Somehow, over the years, and typo errors the name kind of got stuck on me.
- I am allergic to seafood (– but I think it’s just psychological). When I had the attack, I was still a kid. And I refuse to touch prawns and crabs even now that I am all grown up.
- I am vengeful by nature, but since I am forgetful, I forget the plot of my revenge, who or why I wanted to get even with.
- I should not be in charge in taking care of any living thing. I had 2 hamsters when I with my ex, but after the break up, he gave the custody of it to me. BIG MISTAKE. I forgot to feed it for days. The next thing I know, one hamster lost its head. When the survivor died, it even buried itself.
- I don’t think I have ever been on a real date. Have I? What constitute a real date anyway?
- I get easily distracted. So, if my eyes wonder off when I am talking to u, or I zone off while u are talking, it’s not U- I just have problem focusing. If you ask me I’ll come up with some cock and bull story that I am diagnosed with A.D.D but I am allergic to Ritalin.
- I tend to repeat the same story to several different people over and over again like a parrot. It’s pathetic!
- When I get emotional and my mind is not in an advisable condition (although I’m never really in the right state of mind) I like to drive around alone, handphone’s off, windows down, cigarettes in between my fingers with the sounds of Maria Mena, Fiona Apple, Koko Kaina, Ling Kai, Racheal Yamagata (and the list goes on) to soothe me. Depressing songs soothes me. Again, don’t ask.
- No matter what, I love my Mickey Dees and my Malrboro’s. Don’t try to separate us. Don’t even try.
- There’s nothing bad or terrible that u could say/call/ or name me that have never been said to me before from the people that I have loved before. It’s a curse, but I think I am addicted to the drama and the emotional abuse.
- I love attention, compliments and public display affection. Although I try to play it cool most of the time. But then again, I don’t react to compliments very well.
- I love my family. And I believe absence makes the heart grow fonder, that’s why I am rarely home.
- I hate being predictable. I hate routine. I love doing stupid things that can get me in trouble, though I think age have made me more responsible (yeah right).
- I always manage to screw things up and piss off anybody and everyone who ever or still cares for me unintentionally. Don’t ask me how. It’s a natural talent that I don’t wish to possess.
Fairytales are for the meek fools
See, everyone has their story to tell. I can't bear to listen to your broken heart, because I was busy mending my own. So if you shut up and listen, this is mine to tell.
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Once, upon a time there was a girl....
She was just a f***ed up girl looking for her own piece of mind, she’s not perfect. She had years of people telling her that.
He was everything that she never knew she wanted. They never planned to be where they were, but it happened. Fate dealt them a card they weren’t ready to play. Both of them plunged it whole-heartedly; it was beautiful how they started. To be in love, to be in that perpetual state of anesthesia.
The commonality that they have is that they both recognize reality of their situation that it could never be. But the fact they are both as self absorbed as one another, helps keeping them together. It wasn’t that they were right for each other, they were just not right for anyone else. Therefore, no one but them could comprehend what they feel.
He drags her kicking and screaming, through fast dreams and knows exactly what she means. She feeds him with rubber bands for him to stretch till she can see his frustrations on the boils, and yet she doesn’t know when to quit. Soon enough, her reflections through his eyes were not something she dared to look. She knows she had broke whatever it is she thought she had.
Nothing last forever. He began looking for all her flaws. Their battles become repetitious, and soon enough she realized that she was apologizing for what was no longer her mistake, her past choices that she was never sorry for. It was a broken poetry, a chapter she once played.
She said, “I fell in love. Not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you would call it. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. I love you, very simple, very truly. I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t care. I do not doubt that I am in love with you. I’m not with you because of what family, society, life tried to instill in me from day one. I grew up never having any f**king example of male- female relationship and I got hurt in past so many times until one cut herself from finding anyone. So I’ve been around – and I don’t fucking regret it, some were good and some were bad – and then I come across you. How seldom it is that you meet that one person who just gets you- its so rare. So here we are. I was thorough when I looked for you. And I feel justified lying in your arms, 'cause I got here on my own terms, and I have no question there was some place I didn't look – because I’ve been in different arms- and I choose you. And for me that makes all the difference. “ She said it all, although it was too late, although he wasn’t even listening to a single word she said. To him none of this makes sense. He felt small, insignificant and emasculated. He thinks he’ll never be on her level – never be enough for her or something. What he didn’t get was that she didn’t care. She wasn’t looking for “THAT GUY”; he was all that she was looking for.
He kept digging, and soon created fictional stories and characters that seem so real. So, her fairytale turned into the same old story that she had been in, and but now the cast of the leading man has changed. She knew the ending, but she fought with all she knew how. He found the reason to justify everything; he found the perfect story that would be worse than anything anyone could ever do. He kept himself blinded to hide all that he fears, all that he has done. He disillusioned himself with things beyond belief. He jumped on conclusions and landed on her chest as he yelled out obscenities to her.
Once, upon a time there was a girl....
She was just a f***ed up girl looking for her own piece of mind, she’s not perfect. She had years of people telling her that.
He was everything that she never knew she wanted. They never planned to be where they were, but it happened. Fate dealt them a card they weren’t ready to play. Both of them plunged it whole-heartedly; it was beautiful how they started. To be in love, to be in that perpetual state of anesthesia.
The commonality that they have is that they both recognize reality of their situation that it could never be. But the fact they are both as self absorbed as one another, helps keeping them together. It wasn’t that they were right for each other, they were just not right for anyone else. Therefore, no one but them could comprehend what they feel.
He drags her kicking and screaming, through fast dreams and knows exactly what she means. She feeds him with rubber bands for him to stretch till she can see his frustrations on the boils, and yet she doesn’t know when to quit. Soon enough, her reflections through his eyes were not something she dared to look. She knows she had broke whatever it is she thought she had.
Nothing last forever. He began looking for all her flaws. Their battles become repetitious, and soon enough she realized that she was apologizing for what was no longer her mistake, her past choices that she was never sorry for. It was a broken poetry, a chapter she once played.
She said, “I fell in love. Not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you would call it. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. I love you, very simple, very truly. I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t care. I do not doubt that I am in love with you. I’m not with you because of what family, society, life tried to instill in me from day one. I grew up never having any f**king example of male- female relationship and I got hurt in past so many times until one cut herself from finding anyone. So I’ve been around – and I don’t fucking regret it, some were good and some were bad – and then I come across you. How seldom it is that you meet that one person who just gets you- its so rare. So here we are. I was thorough when I looked for you. And I feel justified lying in your arms, 'cause I got here on my own terms, and I have no question there was some place I didn't look – because I’ve been in different arms- and I choose you. And for me that makes all the difference. “ She said it all, although it was too late, although he wasn’t even listening to a single word she said. To him none of this makes sense. He felt small, insignificant and emasculated. He thinks he’ll never be on her level – never be enough for her or something. What he didn’t get was that she didn’t care. She wasn’t looking for “THAT GUY”; he was all that she was looking for.
He kept digging, and soon created fictional stories and characters that seem so real. So, her fairytale turned into the same old story that she had been in, and but now the cast of the leading man has changed. She knew the ending, but she fought with all she knew how. He found the reason to justify everything; he found the perfect story that would be worse than anything anyone could ever do. He kept himself blinded to hide all that he fears, all that he has done. He disillusioned himself with things beyond belief. He jumped on conclusions and landed on her chest as he yelled out obscenities to her.
She gave all to him without question, and yet he still wanted to steal every bit of it. She has been misjudged and misinterpreted her whole life, so this shouldn’t really hurt. All that he wanted to say has been said before. All he ever wanted to do has been done before, maybe even worse. It shouldn’t have wounded her, but it did.
She had nothing left to lose. And all that he had to show was some foolish pride that gave way to regret.
And so ends her fairytale.
February 2007
xoxo
Rollo T.
February 2007
xoxo
Rollo T.
May You Screw Like It's Being Filmed & Drink Like a True Irishman
Drunk is feeling sophisticated when you can't say itIt 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.
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.
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.
So here’s the link to the story.
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!
And there’s me, who pretends that she does!
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.
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