Sunday, July 17, 2005
It’s a Saturday night and here I am blogging. Everyone worth seeing is either out with their other half or out partying the night away somewhere. Currently not in the mood to club or socialize, I’m sitting at home with a self-made drink. Plans on getting myself drunk is out of the question of course because there’s not enough left in the bottle of Hennessy to even get me tipsy. And what fun is there in getting drunk with no one around to witness it. Right? And no, people, I’m not drowning myself in sorrows as you may think. I’m just utilizing what’s left in that damn bottle. The sooner it’s empty, the less temptation I’ll feel everyday.
Was supposed to meet my cousin at Bangsar because according to him, a jug of beer only costs RM25 at Castle, the former Roof. Too bad my mum has decided to be a good girl and stay home tonight. When she saw me changed, she started giving me this lecture about how dangerous it is for a girl to go out so late at night (I know, I know), how I should stay home in the event he calls (hah!!!), how I shouldn’t expose myself to danger because there’re so many bad people who don’t give a damn whether or not you’re armed with a pepper spray or whether you walk with confidence (nods head and ignore). It’s nice seeing her getting all worked up because I hardly get to see it but it gets so irritating as it’s the same lecture over and over again. The funny part is, she asked me earlier what the hell I was doing home on a Saturday night. And why the hell not, that’s my retort.
Oh shit, my mum just came down and saw me refilling my glass, asked me what I was drinking and when I said Coke, she said don’t think I can’t smell alcohol. Then, she offered to drink with me. But of course I told her no way, what’s left isn’t enough for the both of us. Since she won’t let me go out to drink, I’ll stay at home and do it. She’s gone up to sleep now but not before muttering that I’m slowly turning into my dad. Hey, he drinks beer and I’d rather not have beer ok! It’s too late to get my cousin to come pick me now and the pubs in Bangsar shut at 2am anyway.
The worst part of it all is that my Astro bill hasn’t been paid so I’ve got no access to television. I’ve got the Internet, my Marls, my fast diminishing alcohol, and my wit to keep me company tonight. Ok enough pitying in one entry. I’ll be back.
Was supposed to meet my cousin at Bangsar because according to him, a jug of beer only costs RM25 at Castle, the former Roof. Too bad my mum has decided to be a good girl and stay home tonight. When she saw me changed, she started giving me this lecture about how dangerous it is for a girl to go out so late at night (I know, I know), how I should stay home in the event he calls (hah!!!), how I shouldn’t expose myself to danger because there’re so many bad people who don’t give a damn whether or not you’re armed with a pepper spray or whether you walk with confidence (nods head and ignore). It’s nice seeing her getting all worked up because I hardly get to see it but it gets so irritating as it’s the same lecture over and over again. The funny part is, she asked me earlier what the hell I was doing home on a Saturday night. And why the hell not, that’s my retort.
Oh shit, my mum just came down and saw me refilling my glass, asked me what I was drinking and when I said Coke, she said don’t think I can’t smell alcohol. Then, she offered to drink with me. But of course I told her no way, what’s left isn’t enough for the both of us. Since she won’t let me go out to drink, I’ll stay at home and do it. She’s gone up to sleep now but not before muttering that I’m slowly turning into my dad. Hey, he drinks beer and I’d rather not have beer ok! It’s too late to get my cousin to come pick me now and the pubs in Bangsar shut at 2am anyway.
The worst part of it all is that my Astro bill hasn’t been paid so I’ve got no access to television. I’ve got the Internet, my Marls, my fast diminishing alcohol, and my wit to keep me company tonight. Ok enough pitying in one entry. I’ll be back.
