The Awakening

Of course I’m talking about the re-awakening of my blog after an extensive period of hibernation. Let’s see .. my last post was on pre-exam stress and the upcoming rave party in Port Dickson?

Ok. Despite feeling a little gloomy after my exams papers, things took a different turn after receiving my results. It wasn’t GLEAMING with A’s or stars or anything, but I believe I did reasonably well. Well enough to get me through the next semester despite a minor drop in my cGPA, but still in the second upper class nonetheless (Thank God). I was however, disappointed with 2 of my papers. I hoped pretty much to get at least an A- but to no avail, I had to concede with a B.

On another hand, I only have two words to describe the rave party : IT ROCKED!

I have to admit that a small part of me regrets for not going for the two full days but heck, Saturday night was more than enough for me. The array of light displays, fireworks, the crowd, glow in the dark party merchandise and of course alcohol, made it all worthwhile. Did I mention how talented and supreme Tiesto was that night? Honestly, if it wasn’t for him, the crowd wouldn’t have soared to such numbers and it’s hardly surprising to see an assortment of rave goers, from hardcore ravers to novices. Everyone knows Tiesto, well al least that ‘everyone’ covers people who listen to trance. I would know because I started off listening to Tiesto when first introduced to the rave scene.

Of course, my gratitude to Cosmic Gate as well for warming the crowd up at the beginning but I am rather partial to them that night only because I’ve not been updating myself with their new stuff. I felt lost listening to something alien.

Fuck the complaints about the party. People go there to have a good time. Good time at such parties involve alcohol and undoubtedly, illicit drugs. So what if people are prancing around topless and in their bikinis? It’s a beach party, no? I am not going to touch about the abuse of drugs because it is naturally associated with rave parties and it HAS been like that all the while. I am just sorry that the authorities had to witness it but hey, even if it’s not done at raves, there’s still clubs to snort, smoke or pop your shit, not to mention at home as well!

Ooh and guess who was there? The Chef in Black, Mister Emmanuel Stroobant and YES! we did take a group photo with him

The post-rave euphoria lasted for about a week, and that’s how good it was. Enough said

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Finals are finally over …. I sigh of relief? Not

I didn’t think I did too well for a few papers, especially the last one. And yes, I’d like to blame it on the new lecturers. It’s their questions and believe me, they were tough! I hope they’re merciful though, chances are they’re not

Perhaps I’m just trying to be a perfectionist OR my papers really did suck. I don’t know. Heck, I didn’t even feel happy ever since we left the exam hall for our long deserved break.

Putting that aside, at least I have something to look forward to this weekend! Yes people, Tiesto’s coming to town for TWO FRICKIN DAYS! Too bad I’ll only be there for the second day but who the hell cares, the second day a.k.a the last day will ALWAYS be a blast. I’m hoping the weather will be fine and NO, I’m not going for tanning. I can’t imagine coming back with red sunburned skin :S I have to go look up for maps to Malacca. My sweet driver apparently doesn’t know the way, neither do I. I’m already starting to see how that would play out but not to worry! I’ll get the maps alright, I‘ll sniff the damn rave out if I have to even. It’s been so long since I really let my hair down and I so bloody deserve it.

Anyways, check out this new song from Kylie. It RAWKS!

NYE Party … or not

Ok, so this is the moment many of you are waiting for … what happened at the party, but before I get into the juicy details, here’s a few words to sum it up:

Crazy, Embarrassing, Slutty and of course Fun!

I arrived rather early at the hotel due to all the predicted jams, road closures and whatnot. Surprisingly, the roads were really empty that evening – much clearer than on a weekday as a matter of fact. We just hoped that everyone hasn’t moved out of KL for their New Years Celebration or else we’d be partying with the Mat Rempits.

The room was rather disappointing, it was small and it had too many passageways leading here and there. Think maze. The bed could only fit a maximum of 4, so the rest would have to be creative and make up sleeping places (I heard one of the guys made the toilet floor his bed and I think it’s valid enough knowing he’s a funny person). There was one couch that was taken up by me, you’ll have to read on to know more about this and well, the hall floors were nicely carpeted and makes a good sleeping area

So since a friend and I was the earliest to arrive, we headed over to KLCC for dinner. Boy was it packed and as usual, when we hang out, deciding on a place to eat is always a chore, so we ended up at the food court which wasn’t too bad. Picked on my friend’s Edamame beans and since it was my first time eating it, I commented that it tasted like mushrooms, he begged to differ and we had a small debate over it. How funny. We had to pop by Cold Storage for some paper cups and ice since it’s not a good idea bringing glass cups from home to a party cause of the washing up the next morning and risk of having them break.

When all that was done, the party began shortly. More and more people started coming in, in episodes of half an hour or so and by 10, the room was jammed packed with music blasting like it’s a club itself. The drinks were pouring and there was merry making. I was rather bouncy that night (we all know why), in fact, everybody was already psyched about heading to the club.

Now here’s the fun part. I usually know when its time to stop drinking because as a trained drinker, you can tell when the alcohol is just about right, but it was the last concoction a friend of mine made that really knocked me out. It was so ironic that I got into the bathroom, tidied myself up and donned a sluttier outfit and was ready to leave for the countdown party but I didn’t make it past the hotel room! The last thing I remembered after changing was taking lots of pictures with my buds and having a final drink. I was still holding up well at that point and I knew how much I had to drink earlier, but after that gulp of my friend’s vile concoction, everything went downhill onwards. I remembered going to the couch to sit down ……. then I passed out.

This was at 11pm

All and I meant ALL my friends left for the club and there I was slumped on the couch, totally out.

There was a friend who didn’t want to club that night, and he had to bear with my mess. Apparently, I puked all over myself and on the floor beside the couch. I remembered puking on myself a bit, but I was too wasted to clean myself. I was like a helpless baby drooling away except, it was my own vomit. Poor friend, like its not bad enough that he had to clean after me, it’s worse when I just got to know him that night. Embarrassing.

I was totally out until the morning. In fact, I was such a gonner, I didn’t even hear the fireworks at KLCC which was just NEXT to the hotel! I didn’t wake up until 6 something and I wasn’t even aware my friends came back from their clubbing sexcapades. After getting up (it was still dark and everyone was sleeping), I went to the bathroom to change. Thank God I was slightly aware of the mess I made and the only way to save myself from further embarrassment was to go change into something NOT covered in puke! That accomplished, I went back to sleep.

The next morning, I was almost the last to wake up. There were already some guys chatting in the hall next to me and I wasn’t fully asleep, so I eavesdropped when I heard my name. All I heard was ” Omg, he was so out last night”, ” ….. projectile vomitting”, “Omg, he’s been sleeping for more than 10 hours”, ” Is he even breathing!?”. OMG, hahaha … I pretended I was asleep and I really wanted to laugh when they were talking about me. When I woke up, I pretended not to know what happened and I asked the guys “Ugh .. what happened last night?” … they burst out laughing. There were also tons of SMS on my phone from my friends who went out clubbing “Where are you?”, “Where’s everybody” …. they thought I was coming later, not.

I moved from the couch and entered the room where one of my cute friends and the one whom I’m most fond of was sleeping. I poked him a bit to wake him up but he pulled me in and slid himself into my arms. We cuddled for a couple of minutes before we had to pack. It felt so good when he took my other hand and held to his chest and slept. It’s weird that this happens everytime we end up sleeping on the same bed on any parties, after that, we’re just plain acquaintances. Oh, I did manage to sneak a kiss on his head when we cuddled .. so sweet

I was still woozy after we checked out and I had to follow them to DOME for brunch where I paid RM4 for a bottle of water but forgot to take that bottle back. Heck, I didn’t even open that bottle since water is always served. God forbid I eat anything since my stomach will definitely not tolerate it. So there I was in DOME stoning away in front of my friends. Yes, they were amused to see me in such a state.

It was back home after brunch but I had to rest at a friends place for a while considering I’m still not in a good state to drive. Managed to puke my guts out for the last time at his place and then I headed home.

This is truly an experience for me I must say. Everyone has been complaining that it’s always the same type of party for New Years and we should do something different.

I certainly had mine the other way round although it wasn’t very decent of me

Ah heck, so how was YOUR 2008?

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Yesterday was the first time in ages since I stepped into Frangi.

It felt weird not having CJ there since we always hang out in there together. Made some new friends, one who was particularly cute and popular among my friends at the same time. I was quite taken aback (more disgusted actually) at a friend who was so obviously throwing himself at the cutie. You can so go and sleep with him if you want (which was VERY obvious) but please be more discreet when you try to pick up someone and not be so slutty in your ways. It’s so degrading.

A fashion show that was part of the 4 day Christmas celebration was on. One word – Horrid. The only thing saving it was the hot models, some of them came out really skimpy which was what all the hungry boys were waiting for. I also have to say that the models came out gradually hotter as the earlier models were just mediocre. Not really a crowd pleaser I must say, especially in a bar filled with hundreds of gay men.

A few weird incidents happened which I’m too lazy to elaborate. But believe me, it was weird indeed having a stranger tickling you on the dancefloor only to find out he’s mistaken you for a friend of his. It was a very cute and embarrassing moment I must say. A new pick up tactic perhaps? Yes, he was cute

Overall, the night was kind of mediocre. I was told that the crowd was more pleasing last week but what the heck, sometimes I wonder why I rave about going there in the first place. Its always the same week after week. The only difference is who you hang out with, the people you know who are there, how drunk you are and how well people are able to carry out a conversation with you.

Dial P for Party Time!

What do people do after their exams? Why they PARTY silly!

Not before finishing up a couple of projects back home though. Since Christmas is around the corner, the house needs its annual spring cleaning and re-touching. Apart from that, I’ve a few personal projects on my own, the major one would be re-painting my bicycle. Yes! I’m a virgin at this and I hope everything goes well apart from my grease stained hands. It’s going to be tough sanding all the previous coat of paint down but thanks to a handy man in the family, life is easier. I just hope I get the bicycle back in ‘working’ condition once everything is done. Hehe

May be heading down to Ipoh some time next week to help out with cleaning at Grannys. Where’s the party you say?

Well it’s next month in Singapore! Im ready to Zoukout with thousands of other people on Siloso beach. Problem will be accomodation for the time being and I hope everything will be settled soon, not to mention settling a budget as well. I don’t want to come home horridly broke. The 12 hour party will start from 8pm right up to 8am and let’s see if my party biatches can withstand the whole stretch!

Woot! Talk about partying till the sun comes up! I can’t wait!

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I will try to put things into perspective and make it coherent as quite a lot happened last night. Where do I begin?

First of all. The trick of walking into Frangi like a frequent didn’t work to avoid cover charge. I still don’t get it since we are going to order once we’re in there. Nevermind. It was packed as hell. Word has it that they’re going to close for the next two weeks due to some renovation, so everyone was there to party for the last time while it’s still open. I also noted that the gay community might have blossomed as there was a lot of fresh new faces, not to mention women too. I’m serious.

The night was very colourful.

I knew earlier that the ex would be there. Not that it mattered to me. I’ve supposedly moved on. So there I was with CJ, without his friends (because his friends were all too tired to celebrate his birthday night with him) as well as some other buddies of mine, one of which I will talk about here. Let’s call him J. J was dragged out to Frangi because of his ex. They’re over each other, or rather J’s ex is over J. J assures me that he’s all done with residual feelings for his ex .. etc etc, but deep down you can quite tell that it isn’t the case. So the story here is, J is still fond of his ex.

So after a few drinks, I went to ease myself and upon coming out, my ex was there. I didn’t see him on the way out (and I didn’t do it on purpose) when he decided to rub my tummy as I walked out. I didn’t feel much at that moment when I knew it was him. We hugged and talked for a brief moment. God, it felt good. He’s doing good if you must know. After small chatter, I left for the dancefloor to look for CJ.

Depending on the DJ, Frangipani has always dished out very smooth house music that’s fabulous, so it was a good night. I bumped into J’s ex somehow. He had a huge grin/smile on his face and he was dancing with a friend though not very close or touchy with each other. His friend left after a few moments and somehow I was dancing with him, or rather, went to him to say “Hello”. Considering that the both of us had a wee bit too much to drink, he started coming on to me (yes, i’m innocent for the time being). I couldn’t exactly remember what he was saying, the only part I recall in that moment was his hands all over me – my waist, my butt, my stomach, my chest. It felt horribly wrong but euphoric simultaneously. I kept on telling him that J’s going to be mad, he won’t like it .. etc. He just gave me a cheeky grin and shrugged things off.

J wasn’t there witnessing this mind you, he was somewhere engaging in conversation …. I think.

I left for some chatter and before you know it, I was back the the dancefloor, not on purpose and J’s ex was still there. Things started to get a little more intimate this time. No kissing.

He grabbed my crotch and felt the glory of my family jewels. Every bit of it.

So what was my natural response? Reciprocate

I must be an idiot if I said I didn’t enjoy every bit of that moment – which came and went quite quickly. Oh wait, NO! we did it a couple of times and this time it was SO clear that he was coming onto me.

Ok, I can’t remember what happened next, but I wasn’t dancing with him anymore and he disappeared after a while. He went back home with J since he was J’s ride.

Me, CJ and L left quite soon after that, it was already past 3 am and the crowd has dissipated. Somehow, CJ and L teased because they saw me and J’s ex being indecent. So we joined J and his ex at a mamak for some drinks. After leaving the mamak (J’s ex still looked like he wanted to follow me), things started to get a little out of hand. I was still being teased and L decided to follow J’s car to J’s ex’s house in hopes that i’ll hit the jackpot with his ex. J already knew what was going on earlier and looked furious when we stopped the car next to his in front of the ex’s house. Thank goodness I wasn’t driving so the blame was on L for trying to push the limits. I guess J understood that though I’m pretty sure he smelled something fishy. We left in silence after seeing that look on J’s face.

I felt quite stupid after that considering the fact that nothing happened and the ex decided to hit on me first.

The next morning felt very surreal. First was with my ex. It felt as though nothing happened between the both of us, like long lost friends who hasn’t seen each other in aeons. I can’t explain my emotions right now about the whole situation but I do feel a tinge of depression. The hatched has certainly been buried but there’s still a lot of repressed feelings in me which shows that I’ve not completely moved on, I’m still hung up. Last night seemed to be a test.

The second is … well, J’s ex. Was I wrong in having a little fun with his ex? J tells me he’s totally over him, but as I said, there’s a hint that he’s still not quite ready to let go. I’ll be brutally honest here and say that I was hoping for a night with his ex. It has been a very long while since I’ve been this adventurous. Perhaps not sex, just some emotional & physical closure with someone new. I’m weird, go figure.

I checked upon J the morning after and says he’s not mad about what happened the night before but I knew how he really felt despite reading his words on the screen.

Last night was topsy turvey – my ex, J’s ex, emotional hang ups, potentially jealous friends, friends turning into enemies. You name it. I did however enjoy the night, inhibitions out the window.

I mean it.

Eat, Celebrate & Be Merry!

It’s raining cats and dogs right now and the time is 5 minutes away from Hari Raya …

Quiet indeed … for now I guess

To all my Muslim readers and friends, have a Selamat Hari Raya and do as the title says