Living outta a suitcase

Feeling | Slightly deaf (from last night. so lau-yah hor?)
Listening | Harry Nilsson - Over The Rainbow
Thinking | How nice it would be to "buang" my dad's car

Finally... After months of absentence from clubbing, I went Mambo last night but without my sister as she's sick. Sigh. It was a pity she couldn't join Jeremy and I. Jeremy was like so looking forward to seeing her lah. Idiot. What kind of friend is he? Anyway, I didn't drink a lot, didn't smoke and, didn't get high. It was quite a sucky feeling. In the words of Kenny, "Dae, you think too much". Indeed. Yes it was fun doing the mambo moves, creating your own "Hard Gay-inspired" moves, grinding to some random chicks, but so what? It makes me wonder why the fuck did I even wanted to go when I knew that the minute reality sets in, the night will end like that. Key word: REALTITY. I knew I won't pick up any girl, I knew I won't get drunk, then why the fuck was I there? Because I miss Mambo? Because I was desperate to club? Or because it was a potential outlet? Probably the latter. Not to even mention about the losers who were all crowding around the girls. Gosh, had you seen their eyes, you'd be as disgusted as me. We were there because we happened to be there, not because of the girls. But those guys, I dunno how to even start describing them. How I can lower myself and fight with them for those girls. And those girls, are they even worthy? Absolutely no. I simply cannot stand those kind of guys. Quite similiar to the vultures that you find at sales, salvaging the sale carts. It's such a disgusting sight. What is wrong with the society that produces these kinda of guys? Are they really that desperate for sex? Is it really that shoik to grind with a girl? Bunch of losers, that's all I have to say. Well, I guess the time has come where I don't even know how to indulge in clubbing. It wasn't like before whereby I could let loose. Blah. Maybe it's just another case of insufficient alcohol.

Met up with Eugene at Queensway this afternoon (my royal teh-ness needs to get shoes and a trackjacket). Before that, we were at Venue and Asylum (both equally cool boutiques). Asylum had very nice Fred Perry tops. Fell in love with a tee that cost a whooping $185. Pity they didn't have much selection for guys. Tops for ladies were gorgeous though and I can only think of one person who'd look great in 'em. Anyway, after the (rather) tiring shopping, Eugene kindly sent her to the BBQ and we went to Chomp Chomp to have Carrot Cake and Oyster Omelette. It was cool to hang out with him again. Boy, you should sleep more. Don't be like me. It's not fun to have insomia man.

Alrighty, it's time to pack for Perth. Moi flight's at 9:05 am tomorrow. Sigh. Tonnes of mixed feelings about this trip. Sigh. I should have bought my blank-book earlier then I can bring to Perth and write. Kenny and Jia are comin' to play pool later. And I need to hit the gym before they arrive. Not much time left. (Luckily I haven't unpacked yet.)