Why I still hate going discos...
Celebrated one of my old Army buddy's birthday, the very yandao Dave who drives a very souped up Honda Integra, at Devil's Bar last Sat. A very crazy event, lots of loud music, dancing (disco... so.. you know)
Well, I'm not a disco person.. too loud and too trancey music really gives me a huge headache.. but it does get better if you down about 1/3 of Chivas on the rocks (gosh.. I din realise also I can drink so much also but hey, I'm not drunk nor high.. maybe it's the pasta meal I had just before heading to the disco)
Ohh, the music in Devil's... sux big time... sorry but not into euro dance.. the flashy lights too much and the crowd.. lots of youngsters which makes me feel... slightly too old...
I need my regular sit down chill-out cafe!!!
Oddly, I met my old Sec school mates there! Hey hey.. coincidence ahh (really.. who can really see properly amidst the sea of hot bods and sweating bodies who wiggle and simmy and all the flashy lights that really doesn't illum anything... but, we still met up.. exchanged contacts, this girl's from another class but she still recognises me.. so that means I haven't much changed in looks 9 years ago...dunno if this is good or badz... and nope.. she's not hitting on me coz she has her boyfriend here as well, another YTSS same batch)
Anyway, Dave got drunk conclusively (1 waterfall and 1 flaming lambo with some hard Chivas does the trick on the half-empty stomach of his)... showed his affection for everyone by either smacking them or hugging them.. hahah.. really very violent guy when drunk and there ends our party :)
