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.