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It was a nice outing yesterday in Bangsar with a nice bunch of people. Atrica’s ilekkom colleagues and associates. I’m not a Bangsar kaki anyway. At first, I thought they will be going to some joint where rap/hiphop are the official music… i was like.. GREAT. We can do movez according to the tunes of 50 Cent, BIG, Wu Tang Clan, DO double G (Snoop), Chingy and even Pac, if I must. Turned out to be wrong. But anyway the place we went was also nice lah.

First time I’m introduced to them and they’re very very very friendly. But somehow there’s some guys who showed murky faces when their “girlfriend” over-flirted. There this guy with the brown shirt, I sensed that while talking to him, he talked show-off, boasting greatness. Well, this is only human nature and in a situation like that, I don’t mind, and although it was very tempting to go bonkers with the chics who flirted as we were all there to have fun , anyhow we (me & Daniel F) have to know the limit. This the first time knowing them anyway. I don’t want my car get burnt (i’m hoping for that anyway.. can total it) or the guys come over to me and stuff a pack of ice into my mouth (not in my crotch).

I went into the ladies washroom, if I must say. Gee. Luckily there was no one in there. The management at the joint must clearly put on pictorial signs and not just a “W” for women and “M” for men. What if i don’t know English? The alphabets won’t have any significant, right? Ok. Forget it. I went in there on purpose. Haha. That chic, MCS, side bet with me. Ok, I saw someone occupied a seat in there and there’s no vending machine. Well, not all places have vending machine, right?!

So next week will be going to Genting for Lee’s birdday. There will be another drinkfest. As an active member of the drinkers union of KL, we always look forward to drink. We live to drink. Haha. Joking. Just don’t drink while driving.