wow.. i had an extremely unexpectedly eventful night tonight. lemme fill u guys in on it .. well, it started out like this: i had to do some toiletries shopping after work today, so i decided to stop by carrefour to get some stuff. after that on the way back to the car i passed by 1901 (some stand which sells hotdogs which i'm crazy about) n i found that they were brought back for "a limited time" the Deutch Doodle Dang hotdog (which i loooooove), so i decided to get one to have for dinner. jus then i remembered that my sis also loves this particular hotdog, so i called her to see if she wanted me to "ta pau" one for her. she din want one, but she did want to have dinner, so we ended up meeting in bangsar TSB (telawi st. bistro) for some din.
well, i have to say that although i cant remember the name of the pasta i ordered, i was DELISH y'all. it sounded something like passe with chicken balls or something like that (sorry.. really cant remember), but i certainly recommend it. so anyway, after that she mentioned that she had to go downtown to velvet underground (zouk) to cover some fashionshow event or something like that and asked me to go along. needless to say, being the super-discipline person i am, i declined cos i've gotta work tomorrow bla bla bla.. however, for some reason being a good brother i am (which seemed to eclipse my disciplined self), i agreed after some canvassing cos she said she was all alone bla bla bla..
so needless to say 20 mins later i found myself in velvet underground sipping on my 75ml heine (Which incidently cost me 14 bucks! - cut-throat siallllll...) so anyway, we had this really good table (the media alwiz has excellent seats in any event, trust me) which was right in the middle of the room facing the dancefloor. it was pretty weird cos everywhere else was getting a lil crowded but our table, the one right in front had just two ppl - me n my sis. needless to say, we were getting some stares - whether of ppl wondering who we were or wondering what we were doing there i wouldn't know ..
so anyway, the "event" started out really badly, since it was ladies' night, there was this little dance competition thingie where 3 guys (i guaran-damn-tee u 2 of them were faggot-ass idiots) struting their stuff ala flash dance-cum-justin timberlake dances. it was pretty weird. the worst part is after their performance they actually came up to our table and chatted me n my sis up (prob cos we were the 1st table facing the dance floor). weird shit i tell you.. but good thing the only non-faggotish guy (i hope..) actually came n talk to us. nothing special jus some small talk n crap ..
next came the fashion show. what so "fashion"-able about it i'll never know.. models weren't pretty, clothes were nothing to shout about. its a good thing i can't remember the label's name but i'm pretty sure it'll be on my sis' site - i'm too lazy to make link thing so just look it up manually at klue.com.my if u're remotely interested (i'm sure u'll find it eventually.. hehe).
so anyways.. i met lotsa ppl in the apparently creme de la creme of kl tonite. it started out right from TSB in bangsar actually ... since there was a Mini (u know.. the car?) event, so there were awhole bunch of celebs there and since we were sittin by the walkway leading to the toilet, i saw lotsa them but for some reason i only know one of their names: paula malai ali.
oooh, then at velvet underground, i met this gal who actually co-wrote a book with her mat-salleh fiance (okay, she did the illustration or something..). she actually passed my sis a copy of her book tonite and OMG, its like a god-damn kids' book for grown ups. no, i dont mean its porn or anything but its just full of pics and a few words EVERY PAGE. here's an example of what i remembered of it.. on one page it was something like "IF THE WORLD WAS A MALL, THIS IS THE USA" then there was a drawing of a shop selling guns. well, its cute if it was just one picture, but a WHOLE book of crap like that? sighh... art my ass. so anyway, this particular person's party was at a table nearby sipping on moet bla bla bla .. ooo, upmarket shit - don't play play. apparently book authors (no matter how crappy) earns big bucks (or maybe thats jus that the want us to think..?)
so anyway, that was the story of my night. sorry for going on and on, but i just took my bath and am actually waiting for my hair to dry before heading off the bed. =) laterss...
well, i have to say that although i cant remember the name of the pasta i ordered, i was DELISH y'all. it sounded something like passe with chicken balls or something like that (sorry.. really cant remember), but i certainly recommend it. so anyway, after that she mentioned that she had to go downtown to velvet underground (zouk) to cover some fashionshow event or something like that and asked me to go along. needless to say, being the super-discipline person i am, i declined cos i've gotta work tomorrow bla bla bla.. however, for some reason being a good brother i am (which seemed to eclipse my disciplined self), i agreed after some canvassing cos she said she was all alone bla bla bla..
so needless to say 20 mins later i found myself in velvet underground sipping on my 75ml heine (Which incidently cost me 14 bucks! - cut-throat siallllll...) so anyway, we had this really good table (the media alwiz has excellent seats in any event, trust me) which was right in the middle of the room facing the dancefloor. it was pretty weird cos everywhere else was getting a lil crowded but our table, the one right in front had just two ppl - me n my sis. needless to say, we were getting some stares - whether of ppl wondering who we were or wondering what we were doing there i wouldn't know ..
so anyway, the "event" started out really badly, since it was ladies' night, there was this little dance competition thingie where 3 guys (i guaran-damn-tee u 2 of them were faggot-ass idiots) struting their stuff ala flash dance-cum-justin timberlake dances. it was pretty weird. the worst part is after their performance they actually came up to our table and chatted me n my sis up (prob cos we were the 1st table facing the dance floor). weird shit i tell you.. but good thing the only non-faggotish guy (i hope..) actually came n talk to us. nothing special jus some small talk n crap ..
next came the fashion show. what so "fashion"-able about it i'll never know.. models weren't pretty, clothes were nothing to shout about. its a good thing i can't remember the label's name but i'm pretty sure it'll be on my sis' site - i'm too lazy to make link thing so just look it up manually at klue.com.my if u're remotely interested (i'm sure u'll find it eventually.. hehe).
so anyways.. i met lotsa ppl in the apparently creme de la creme of kl tonite. it started out right from TSB in bangsar actually ... since there was a Mini (u know.. the car?) event, so there were awhole bunch of celebs there and since we were sittin by the walkway leading to the toilet, i saw lotsa them but for some reason i only know one of their names: paula malai ali.
oooh, then at velvet underground, i met this gal who actually co-wrote a book with her mat-salleh fiance (okay, she did the illustration or something..). she actually passed my sis a copy of her book tonite and OMG, its like a god-damn kids' book for grown ups. no, i dont mean its porn or anything but its just full of pics and a few words EVERY PAGE. here's an example of what i remembered of it.. on one page it was something like "IF THE WORLD WAS A MALL, THIS IS THE USA" then there was a drawing of a shop selling guns. well, its cute if it was just one picture, but a WHOLE book of crap like that? sighh... art my ass. so anyway, this particular person's party was at a table nearby sipping on moet bla bla bla .. ooo, upmarket shit - don't play play. apparently book authors (no matter how crappy) earns big bucks (or maybe thats jus that the want us to think..?)
so anyway, that was the story of my night. sorry for going on and on, but i just took my bath and am actually waiting for my hair to dry before heading off the bed. =) laterss...
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