First and foremost, thanks Eli for saving my blog. Yes, you're a genius. It was a no-brainer, but yes, you're still a genius. A no-brainer ok, a no-brainer. Insider joke, people so let's move on...
Saturday was helluva fun.Celebrated Princess D's birthday. I came with Queen Eli, Queen Jila, Princess Huda and ermm... Asree (Note that Asree doesn't have any honorifics). Only applicable to ladies, thank you very much. That boy Yan had to leave after sending us Queens cos he had something to attend to. Like meeting his boyfriend B. See... He calls his best friend B. He doesn't even call me that. Not that I want to be called B lah - short for Baby or Beautiful or Babe - cos it's disgusting. B the Boyfriend's Best Friend's name is actually Bernard. So B is the way to call him. So yeah... I don't know why I'm telling you this but yeah...
We ate and laughed and took pictures and mingled. And Princess Huda and I gave Princess D her presents. I hope you like them. It was quite a mentally draining job looking for them tau. Heh...
Close to 1a.m., Princess D and I went to Hard Rock Cafe with some of her friends. Now I hate clubbing. Wait a minute... I've only been to a club ONCE. See I told you I look happening but I'm not. I'm quite docile. I didn't like the first time round at dbl-o. But I've been hearing so much about HRC (from friends and my not-so-young uncle, and my uncle said one day he'd bring me to HRC. That was 5 years ago) that I thought I should check it out.
It was Saturday night. My dear friend Yana warned me that Saturdays are Mats and Minahs Night. Hooray. I'm now categorised as a Minah. But go I did, nonetheless.
I was just standing there like a kid on my first day of school but the music was infectious, I tell you! It was just a lil swaying of the hips and lil jerks of the shoulders and a lil nodding of the head at first but they soon became full-blown boogeys. I pulled Princess D to the dance floor and errm... We danced. Ok she danced. I moved. Haha...
I loved it. I think I can safely say that I really wound down. I was so happy and giggling excitedly that my friend asked if I were drunk. No, I wasn't. I drank Punch. The lady serving me, I think her hearing is quite off, like Ratna's. Probably due to the fact that she's been deafened by the loud music every night.
Me: Hi, can I know what non-alcoholic drinks you have...
Lady: We have Bourbon Coke, Vodka Sprite and ________ (sumthn sumthn lah, I didn't catch it. Probably Kacip Fatimah).
Me: Urmm... Ok. That's nice. But I'm looking for sumthn NON-alcoholic.
Lady: Oh. Punch.
Me: Ok sounds great! (Trying to sound cool) Two glasses please. (One for Dayana and one for me). (And then I added this loudly) I'm driving. (Nampak sah bedek nak mampos).
Tak happening kan kita... Princess D finished her drink 2 seconds flat. I thought I should sip slowly and savour my free drink but I realised tak cool sey minum Punch HENCE I gulped down my Punch in 10 seconds. But I think they spiked my drink cos I felt high after that. Danced like mad. Ok MOVED like mad.
And after HRC, Princess D and I went to Indo Chine at Forbidden City. We got free entry cos D's friend is a VVIP there. VVIP geddit. Not VIP. That means he's VERY Very Important Patron. Then that boy picked me up and sent me home. When I reached home, my dad went like... "Ibu tadi malam pergi hospital tau..."
My sleepy eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Apparently, she had trouble breathing and was there for 4 hours. There was my dad nagging things like how irresponsible I was to go out with my friends when there my mum was in hospital. I so much wanted to scream at him saying that I asked permission to stay out and that he should call me and inform me but Nooooo... He didn't. I mean, how hard is it to just dial my number. Oh wait, he doesn't KNOW my number. How awesome.
I've been having difficulties talking to my dad properly like, forever. As in having an adult discussion without me breaking down and shedding those perpetual tears. Because when I'm angry, I cry. Especially in front of him. I don't know why. We could be having verbal matches and I'd just cry trying to defend my points. I hate it. I wish I could gather my cool when I talk to him but I can't. It's just with my dad. I don't really have this problem with my mum. Why ah? Do we have a psychologist in the house that could explain this complexity? Please enlighten me.
Anyways, it's getting quite depressing from here. I worry about my mum. She's the backbone of my family. It makes me feel bad about not going home that night. I mean, what if something happened to her and I wasn't there? I wouldn't be able to live with that for the rest of my life, I'm sure.
Good thing my brother just got back from his 21-day OBS trip in Pulau Ubin yesterday. That'll probably made her feel better. My brother has a way with my mum. He knows how to allay her worries. He was a difficult child to handle during his growing up years but he's good now...
Oh and he's so dark. Yes... The boy yang Maz pandai-pandai cakap macam Sudirman tu. Yang putih melepak tuu... He's dark now. And errm I hate to say this, but his body's quite good. All shaped-up nicely. But of course I don't tell him that lah... Don't want him to block my tv-view when I'm watching cos he likes to stand in front of it and do all his body-building poses cos he knows that I don't have anywhere else to look. Blardee poseur.
Anyway, if it's not too much to ask, let's say a prayer to my mum for her health back. And if it's not too much to ask, Metalfever and Gang, spare me your snide and spiteful remarks. At least until my mum is better.
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