25th Hour.
That things didn't go as plan last night is an understatement. All our regular drinking venues were full thanks to the school holidays. The guest of honour lacked sleep ( as did most of us), and was being arched to death by his office. Most of us were arched by the traffic/underaged crowd/tardiness. But things would start to work out once we got ourselves over to a drinking spot.
Note that beer + stout + meds = bad combo finish. So was Jobe's stout and actifast. But things would be different. We left the drinking spot due to their bad choice of music. There was no round table session. Capes was loaded up enough to start his ship sinking salvos though. But still, we were lacking booze. And it was only at supper did the night get justified.
We were having supper at our usual mamak, when the screeching of tires drew our attention. Some car full of loaded up indians tried some funky parking and it arched our table enough. They got the table next to us, and was joined by a whole lotta more of em. As they went ahead with their supper, cursing the mamaks and making a racket, Capes started muttering 'Findians.'
There were 15 of them total. There wasn't enough of us if shit happened, but hell we were ready. We got our cue to leave however, when 9 bikes came in, and one of it's tukau riders muttered 'Chau Kelinga'. Apparently, hate was the flavour of the night. Our decision to leave and watch from across the road proved wise, when 5 minutes later more bikes arrived, and soon after, one chair flew into the table. This was followed by a full blown melee involving about 40 people which raged on all the way into the kampung and the main road. It's been a while for us, as Meng and me watched and smiled.
Someone screamed to withdraw and within seconds, the riders ran back to their bikes and sped off. Of the indians, we never saw what became of them. Good thing we stopped Tats from going back across to get the cans of booze we left on the table. There had more blood after that though, but that is another story.
Happy Birthday to you Jobe. Welcome to your 25th hour. :)
You think that you dont have to ever quit
You think that you can get away with it
You think the light wont be ever lit
Its almost over now
Almost over now
Something's on your chest
Better get it off
There'll be no one left when we set it off
We aint gonna take it no more
Since
Its almost over now
Almost over now
N.E.R.D. - Rockstar.
Note that beer + stout + meds = bad combo finish. So was Jobe's stout and actifast. But things would be different. We left the drinking spot due to their bad choice of music. There was no round table session. Capes was loaded up enough to start his ship sinking salvos though. But still, we were lacking booze. And it was only at supper did the night get justified.
We were having supper at our usual mamak, when the screeching of tires drew our attention. Some car full of loaded up indians tried some funky parking and it arched our table enough. They got the table next to us, and was joined by a whole lotta more of em. As they went ahead with their supper, cursing the mamaks and making a racket, Capes started muttering 'Findians.'
There were 15 of them total. There wasn't enough of us if shit happened, but hell we were ready. We got our cue to leave however, when 9 bikes came in, and one of it's tukau riders muttered 'Chau Kelinga'. Apparently, hate was the flavour of the night. Our decision to leave and watch from across the road proved wise, when 5 minutes later more bikes arrived, and soon after, one chair flew into the table. This was followed by a full blown melee involving about 40 people which raged on all the way into the kampung and the main road. It's been a while for us, as Meng and me watched and smiled.
Someone screamed to withdraw and within seconds, the riders ran back to their bikes and sped off. Of the indians, we never saw what became of them. Good thing we stopped Tats from going back across to get the cans of booze we left on the table. There had more blood after that though, but that is another story.
Happy Birthday to you Jobe. Welcome to your 25th hour. :)
You think that you dont have to ever quit
You think that you can get away with it
You think the light wont be ever lit
Its almost over now
Almost over now
Something's on your chest
Better get it off
There'll be no one left when we set it off
We aint gonna take it no more
Since
Its almost over now
Almost over now
N.E.R.D. - Rockstar.
4 Comments:
man, y all the party start when i leave pg????
cos you chooobi mar.
phuck you,understand?
tsk tsk tsk
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