thanks, i loved the lunch, yao.

wha laoooo... finally, i have a pocket of air to breathe and managed to grab this elusive chance of fun. eventually im here bloggin. and shit just have to happen when least anticipated. i just have to rant.

friday, 2nd last day of work week in nafa. was like a convict released, free as a bird, so decided to go clubbing (bigtime this time) with ron-jon wingmens that very night. and this comin monday, puasas gonna kickstart. and i cant do bad shit anymore.


so yeah, i got a short story, u guys might wanna not read cos you eventually would.

im kinda lazy specially right now when i just got time to do freestuff. so i try to abbreviate things to not complicate shit abit.


jon - jon
super fucked up club kiddy entrance dooorbitch underaged pornstar - fucked up



so so, it was last night, when we were trying out this new club as phuture was sold out. as always, and since its my big night, we see no harm tryin something new.
we havent been there yet.
we pulled up on the club taking cab, late at 12, waited 1 fucking hour IN LINE! i have getting being in any kind of line or queue, and for most who are familiar with me, my impatience is legendary. fucking HATE being in one. getting in line for a minute feels like eternity to me and i think its a waste of life.. life's too short for being in idle.

so thing is, line was moving steadily slow, slower than a snail with f-king coma and
reasons for that was:

-handles 2 lines the one for the vip and line for mere mortals (aka, main entrance).
-VIP priority enters first, so the REGULAR MORTALS have to PATIENTLY wait.
-nets machine was fucked up
- peeps in front are holding up peeps from the back
- FUCKED UP was taking time, leisurely reading magazine and sipping drinks while dealin with people in line

so we waited an hour in LINE
and the whole thing goes like this:

fucked up: may i have your ID please??
(shows her our ID, jon shows his poly card)
fucked up: oh cool, your from ngee ann also?? nono, not ez-link, ID like your nric or driver's license.
(jon shows IC)
fucked up: oh cool..
(long pause)
fucked up: oh, the age limit is 23 years old. you guys cant come in to this club. heh.. (smiles) sorry.
(we went completely speechless instantly. like utter disbelief)
fucked up:.....
fucked up: so...
fucked up: your from ngee ann right?? which course you in??

obviously she knows that we are IN THE MOOD to socialise with her after waiting an hour plus plus, with a line still waiting in line behind us..


ahhh... im half pissed
more pics comin up next post