Annual Dinner: Superstar Nite!

So here it is.

A perfectly GRAND ending to ONE *crazy* week in my life.

From last Friday's debauched birthday party celebrations; To bailing my mate out early Saturday morn; Followed by a weekend in Port Dickson contemplating the future; To running my ass-off at the Rat Race on Wednesday; To yesterday's all-nighter staying up at the tattoo parlor to get me tatts done in time for tonight's HARD partying !

CIMB Idol: Ozzy-Marley

So there I was bedecked in my most bad-ass Rock Star gear!

Glittery Leather armband? *Check!*

Rings & Bling-bling on hand? *Check!*

Satanic Tattoos on right arm and each finger? *Check!*

Long-flowing Rock Star hair-do? *Che-...Errr....

*Tssssccchhhh...Houston...We HAVE a Problem!*

Turns out the whole CIMB staff raided most of the costume shops in the Bangsar / Hartamas / Damansara area in anticipation for the event. So by the time I checked up on most of them by Saturday morn, they've rented out most of their long-flowing Rock Star hair-dos.

Verdammt!

Just what is a Rockstar Wannabe to-do ?

Well...at the last costume shop I went to, I managed to snag a rasta-hair'do. So there goes my Ozzy Osbourne dreams...Rock/Reggae Hybrid Star pun jadilah.

Penting-nya I get to make an impression tonight and kick-ass partying the night away!

The MT Ladies

The Management Trainee (MT) guys convened at a suite in Shang-Gri La where the 'do was held while the MT ladies decided to room in another hotel (Hmmmm...distance is supposed to create the *illusion* of safety from any wild shenanigans, huh girls? ;-p).

Come 9pm and everyone gathers at the ballroom in Shang.

Looking at the turn out, hot-dang it...them corporate peeps sure ain't that bad in the looks dept. after all!

I gotta give credit where credit is due.....Boring, geeky, corporate peeps decided to let their hair down for one night and REALLY dress up. I gotta say there were some real head-turners that night which I wouldn't have expected judging by their regular attire in the office. (Mentally memorises HOT chickas as they saunter to and fro that night for future follow-up sessions in the office laters....heh heh)

The MT Guys

Cue opening speeches by the CEO, some performances by talented CIMB peeps, a multi-course Chinese dinner, photo sessions and the night rolls down with the lights turned out, DJs priming the beatbox and the neon lights turned up.

I gotta say having a crowd made up majorly of 30-40 yr olds, hits from the 70 & 80s dominated the tunes cranked out by the DJ that night. Us young whippersnappers decided it was time to bail and head to our own after-par-tay at our suite on the 28th floor.
In retrospect, I have to say the after-party was the craziest shit I've done in awhile!

I got SO bloody wasted on *the wacky tobaccky* that I spent the rest of the late night/early morning hugging the toilet bowl for dear life and trying to get over my "HIGHer plane of existence". ;-p

All in all, I'd have to say that it was an apt end to One Long, Crazy, Week !

If ALL my weeks in the future turn out to be this wacky/tiring/exciting/debauched.....I'd die happy knowing I've seized each day of my life to the extreme!

My Groupies

My Guilty Pleasure

Me: Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been many moons since my last confession…and I reckon this one tops the whole shite-pile of confessions I’ve made in the past….

Padre’: Why Son…..do pray & tell me what sins have u wrought upon yourself this time around…

Me: I fear it is the worst Father....it is so despicably debauched that I do not have the courage to whisper it….

Padre’: Saints above !!! Dinnae tell me…nae…it cannae be…..can it? Is it….

Me: Oh for feck’s sake Father, stop the theatrics already….I just went and got meself a TATTOO…

The Finished Artwork!

Padre’: A tattoo u say… is it on your bollocks my Son or any other privately intimate part??! Is it a picture of a naked Hell’s Angel or even a Demon with long fangs and hellfire all around it as two snakes coil in a mad twisty hellish fashion?? Where, where show me where?… I’ve always fancied one for meself…achh… those good ol’ days of youth when stupidity was considered manly…Youth is TRULY wasted on the young…

Me: Good God…Nae Father ! Praise the Lord above Us!! Get ur filthy mind out of the gutter for fock's sake…..For you are a Man of the Cloth!!!

Padre’: Achh…Son…chill out will ya’…this is the Millenium for chrissakes… now tell Nick the Greek I’ll square my debts with him laters for that brick of weed you just brought me. D’ya wanna shot of whiskey and a puff a’smoke before you be leavin for your next drug run, Son ?

Me: Shite…trust an Oirish Padre’ to stir me away from the long and winding road of debauchery and bring me back to the light, eh? Man of the Cloth my arse!!!

Padre’: Oiii !!! Dinnae be filthying ur mouth here in the House of God ,Son…lest I take back that Lil’ bag o’ Greens I just tipped ya with….

Me: *Smiles sheepishly* Then again…you have always been my favourite Padre’, Father O’ Malley….. I’ll be seeing you for my next confession, eh?

Padre’: It better not be anytime this weekend then…the Women’s Chapter of Graham Greene is having a little Tea Party get together and I’m expected to make an appearance and teach them young ladies a thing or two aboot a thing or two…if you know what I mean… *wink*wink* “nudge”nudge”….

Me: Feck…u and ur bloody womanizing ways Father…aye…have fun then and I’ll be seeing u when I see ya…now I gotta go flex me muscles and show of me new tats to the ladies…

Padre’: U do that Son…*hick*…Go forth in peace!

Me: Shite…it’s not even noon and ur shite faced stiff drunk arready…Men of the Cloth my arse!!

Abe Ke'Cik, My Talented Henna Tattooist

Aye! You read it right indeed...I *seriously* got shit-faced drunk one night and decided to get a huge-ass tattoo of a Mythical Chinese-Dragon all along my right arm extending from my hands all the way up to my biceps.

Joking aside...it's actually JUST a Henna tattoo-leh! ;-p

I got it made at a small side stall in Damansara Uptown on Friday night since Saturday night is gonnae be CIMB's Annual Dinner / Costume Party. The theme this year is CIMB Idol / A Starry, Starry Night...so everyone's supposed to come as a TV/Movie/Film/Media Star or summat.

I reckon coming as a Rock Star would be cool as hell while still abiding to the party rules...why the heck not turn my costume up a notch and get a huge-ass tattoo on me arm eh?

Since I'm not thin enough to pull off the Marilyn Manson mascara'd shock rocker look, I decided to go for a more classic Rock look and emulate Meatloaf or Ozzy Osbourne.

To those interested, you can find Abe Ke'Cik's tattoo stall at the far end of Damansara Uptown; at the corner where the food outlets/stalls area starts; Opposite the Kiosk outlet.

For an intricately designed tatt as the one I got, I paid RM60 plus another RM20 for the "LOVE" and "HATE" tatt on my fingers. The Henna ink he uses unfortunately only comes in the base colour: black.

There are a few outlets in KL, namely Bangsar Shopping Center, One Utama and Ikano Power Center where legit tattoo outlets also do Henna tattoos plus they come in other colours besides black ! Of course u'd have to pay more for colored tatts.

Since my design was intricate and 'Cik has never done a spiraling Dragon over the length of an arm before (Oh trust me, Cik is experienced indeed and have done personalized tattoos on far bigger and on more intimate areas--he makes house calls for those ones), he took a solid 4-5 hours to finish the artwork.

Imagine I walked into his stall along the Uptown Night Market area at 2 AM and left dazed and confused with a drying Henna tattoo on me arm the next morning around 6AM+

Looking back, it was worth it all that numbness in me arms holding it up for hours and feigning off sleep 'cos the tattoo turned up a beaut the next day when I peeled off the henna shell in the shower leaving a glistening, ferocious dragon on me left arm!

Well worth the price of entry and I might end up goin' to his stall again one of these days if I need a cool' tatt for a party or summat!

My Bad-Ass Tattoo!

A Jazzy Night Out

Flo' Red

In between our busy corporate lives, the office peeps sometimes meets up and unwinds over drinks and music. We went thru a patch of hitting jazz shows/bars which was eye-opening indeed for a hard-rocker like me used to thumping drumbeats and heart-wrenching melodic guitar riffs....

The following conversation occurred between the hours of 2:00-3:00 AM after a regular jazz bar session.
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On Fantasy Love Connection
Ed: So tell me....do you ever fantasize about how you'd like to meet that special someone... you know, how you'd ideally want to meet your soulmate?

Terry: Why don't you start first?

Me: *Does a The Rock impression with the eyebrows & puffs on cigarrette in silence*

Ed: My fantasy is to fall in love with a childhood friend who I’ve known all my life and grew up all these years together being JUST close friends until that one moment when I realise that I like him more than just a friend.

Me: That sucks. I mean WTF is wrong with that guy that in all those years that u guys have been friends yet he hasn’t been able to spark any attraction in you at all ?? What a fcuking wuss !

Terry: Now, now NiK....I think its cute.

Me: Well u’d think that dude cos ur a NICE guy.

Terry: What’s wrong with being NICE ??! *raises tone of voice*

Ed: Yeah...don't listen to him Terence...you are a nice guy and sweet.

Terry: Don’t call me SWEET..anything but SWEET !!!

Me: Women always say they want a nice, caring, guy who’ll take care of their every needs and cater to them 24-7 but that’s bollocks ! Pure and utter bollocks.

Take it from a NICE guy that’s been doing that for the past 24 yrs man. What women actually want is a CHALLENGE. And being NICE 24-7 is NOT a challenge to women at all. Once they see u as a pushover then the attraction stops there and then.

U have to keep things unpredictable. The moment the woman realises that she can never figure out what is going to happen next whenever she’s with you....that’s when u’ve got her hook, line and sinker.

THEN...only can you be NICE...even then, only once in awhile (!). Ration ur niceness and she’ll come to appreciate u more.

Ed: Ur so full of sh1t NiK.

Terry: yeah...I still think being NICE is the way to go about charming women.

Me: U do that son....just don't come crying to me when ur still a 40-yr old virgin...

Ed: So what’s YOUR fantasy then Mr. Wise Guy?

Me: Why...everything a Man would dream of, of course..... a pneumatic bimbo blonde with the body of a goddess and the brains of Einstein...plus the cooking skillz of a Cordon Bleu chef.

Terry: Ladies and gentleman...we have just left Planet Earth and am now approaching orbit of Fantasy World.

Ed: T’ch!!! ya’haa....Nik there’s no women like that which exists in the world !

Me: I can dream can’t I ?? *winks naughtily*

Seriously tho’....my fantasy would be to meet a woman...and on first impressions...there’s nothing there.... but as I gradually get to know that woman as a person..all her little little idiosyncrasies... she turns out to be more interesting than I initially thought...and eventually I realise that SHE’S the ONE all along.

Terry: Dude...how is that different from Adrinna’s fantasy?

Me: That’s why ur a NICE guy...subtle stuff like this just goes over ur head doesn’t it dear?

Ed: Now..now...no need to be so harsh on Terence. And that’s not much of a fantasy is it Nik...

Me: I guess I’m just not as *creative* as u then....

Ed: Heh heh...yeah I kinda made up my fantasy as the conversation went along....

Me: I could tell...it was regular rom-com storyline neways.... Brat!


On Relationships
Ed : I’d prefer a SWEET relationship any day of the week over a ROMANTIC relationship.

Terry: What’s the difference b/w those two ?

Ed: Well....I don’t want to be romanced all the time y’know...it’s kinda stifling and the effect wears off after awhile. In a sweet relationship tho’, the guy does these sweet caring stuff once in a blue moon unexpectedly which is way, way more powerful than getting romanced with chocs, flowers and gifts 24-7. It’s not the gift that’s important, but how you do it and the thought that counts.

Terry: What does Mr. 'Machoman' over here think about that comment.

Me: It’s fairly valid comment, altho’ explained in a woman’s regular convoluted way (i.e. talking about feelings instead of thinking about it scientifically).

It’s a logical Law of Human Nature-lah.

Once u GET something, then the attraction isn’t there anymore. It’s not fun anymore once u actually get what u have been chasing for all along. So it’s actually harder to keep a relationship alive than to start one because you have to maintain that attraction.

How do you do that ? By not stifling the woman and giving her *The Gift of Missing You*.

By not doing things just because she asks you to (obligation) but because you want to.For example buy her flowers / cards/ gifts during valentines / birthday /etc. You shouldn’t feel obligated... heck, miss a few annivessaries sometimes... ur a man...it's expected of you !

Once she realises there's NO rhyme nor reason or pattern to your behaviour/gift-giving, she'll be CONSTANTLY on the look out for clues as to WHEN you will spring your NEXT surprise. And a woman which constantly THINKS of you, is a smitten woman who WON'T be looking/thinking a lot about other prospects now would she? ('cos 'naturally' ur a wholesome fella good enough for her tastes, for you to be constantly on her mind)

I know its kinda vague but as Ed said, it’s HOW you convey the gift...what context was it given ..cos she nagged u to get her some or cos u’ve planned it secretly and surprised her with one out of the blue ?

Ed: Scientifically ?? You are SUCH a NON-romantic aren't you....

Me: Aren't all MEN like that? *winks*

Terry: All this talking's making me sleepy...I'm heading off..gotta come early into the office tmw.

Conversation ends with three corporate peeps driving off into the midnight/early morn to their respective beds, safe in the thought that tomorrow is another boring day in the corporate machine known as WORK-LIFE.

Heineken Green

Rat Race 2005

Rat Race 2005

The day: Tuesday, 06/09/05

The event:
The Annual Rat Race held by Bursa Malaysia, where people in the finance industry and its market participants sends volunteers from their company/banks to run in a charity event where the money raised would be put to good use for some home/poverty fund.

The reluctant participant: Suffering Lil Ol’ ME !

O.k. in retrospect, I profess I didn’t KNOW what I was thinking when I joked to the event recruiter about entering the Rat Race. Blame it on extra hormone dispersal caused by wanting to please women, making me mad for a mere second to even contemplate running 5km in the heat of the day in the middle of the KL financial district!

Let alone the fact that I’d have to be doing said running IN my office workclothes!

Saints above.....what have I done?? Opening my big mouth like that....

Women....can’t live with ‘em....can’t live without ‘em either! ;-p

O.k., o.k., women issues aside, I gotta say it FELT like a good idea when I initially thought about it. I mean hey...it’s a charity event for crying out loud...and exercise is ALWAYS good for the body and to a lesser extent the mind. (oh how wrong I could be.....just read on!)

Come the day of the event, I was cursing internally every few seconds or so as the heat of the KL concrete jungle permeated me and flushed my skin with a thin layer of sweat. Let’s not even talk about the dehydration (my throat’s SO dry!) and the perma-tan I’m goin to get onto my oh-so white complexion...

*Switches Metro-sexual KL-ite switch off*

Now...where were we?

Ahhhh yes....so after the regular photo shoot of all participants by the Edge Magazine (a financial broad sheet followed by most players in the industry), a few kindly reminders from the head doctor/ medic support on hand, a cool cheerleading display from La Salle Girls school (or was it a diff school?) and a warm up session by California Fitness.....It’s off to the races !

The CEO 1km race went first and lo & behold....CIMB’s proxy for our CEO (since our CEO is obviously busy as usual masterminding mergers, acquisitions and takeovers) came in first place.

This boosted the spirits of the CIMB camp who were anxiously awaiting to dash at the starting line. Damn RHB might have sent an army of participants with 14 groups of 4-man teams...but CIMB got can-do attitude wan and can rise to the challenge leh !

With all that fired up aggro I ran the first 2 km like a bullet, cutting people off left right and center. There I was, CIMB flag in hand, with my signature blood-red neck tie, in my biggest, most well ventilated workshirt and my favourite pair of striped pants;...running my arse off around the KLCC-Khazanah-Zouk area, in the hopes of crossing that finish line with a respectable finish and contributing some points to Team CIMB.

I hoped too early....

2.5km in....my heart gave out. I was wheezing like an asthmatic donkey on steroids. A thick film of sweat now enveloped my whole bo-dy. I was burning up and turning beetroot red like an overtanned Ah-Mo.

Good God....why oh why did I think this would be a good idea?

----Flashback to lunchtime on the same day as Race Day (cue harps playing in the background & screen dissolves)----

Her: Blablablablablabla...and that’s how you make a purse out of sow’s ears.

Me: (Internally: Wtf??! Acchhh...who cares what ur talking about woman...as long as I get to stare at ur tits...err I meant ur *eyes* all day long, I ain’t complaining! ;-p) Say....guess who’s joining the Rat Race after lunch today?

Her: Who? Tims...the savvy exec with the hot bod and primal piercing eyes to die for??

Me: Err....yes he’s running as well....No..I meant ME !!! I’m running after lunch today in the Rat race..along with err...Tims.... I guess.

Her: Oh...cool. Good luck then! Now where was I...so to make...blablablablablablablablablablablabla

Me: *Sigh*

----End flashback (cue harps playing in background as screen dissolves and we return to camera panning back to frontal face shot-gradually becoming full body shot of me running my arse off)---

Remind me again that the next time I get an ill-conceived idea of impressing women by doing some macho feat of strength and courage, just slap me in the face—HARD, and call me Sally!

Oh well...there’s no place for regrets now...here I am in my office workclothes, sweating like a pig on a feckin’ hot day out of all hot days...and there’s still 2.5km to go. I’ll do some power-walking then instead of running...Acchh!!! I think I sprained some part of my anatomy which is scientifically unpronounceable to the regular man!

Feck...walking all the way back it is then....

2.5km later....and after being cut off by multiple smirking women participants (what can I do if women find me comically cute-kan.... ;-p). I finally saw the finish line yonder upon the horizon above the crest of the hill where the sky meets the earth. And I see photographers lining along the route as well.....

So what’s a macho man to do but act *manly* and sprint enthusiastically past the finish line-kan.... regardless that I was the 350+th person to do it that day....I still want my moment of glory maa....Enter: The Eye of the Tiger theme song and cue frontal full-body slow-mo shot of me running towards the finishing line with a look of steely determination and true grit.

In truth it was more like a half-hopping, half-spastic dashing you’d associate with a rabid bunny that just realized all the other bunnies in the pen were females!

Thank you God!!!

I never thought I’d finish this race.....mah-lo, the last 2.5km was hell....man, I’d never wanna do this ever again no matter how HOT the chicka I was trying to impress is...it’s just not worth putting my health and well-being on the line like that man.... Feck women man...who needs them neways.... Never again I promise!

---Fast forward to the awards giving ceremony later that night---

Me: So....you work for RHB huh? That’s a pretty big squad you guys sent there. No wonder you guys won all of the events except for the women’s and CEO race where my bank managed to snag first place....

Her: Heheh...we can’t hog all the prizes can we...what would all the other banks say. So do you do this kinda running stuff often?

Me: *Sucks in breath and push back shoulders to emphasize manly torso & chest* Why...of course!!! All the time.

Her: Wow...really. Im an avid fan too...so what d’ya say to a 3 km run in the KLCC park this Saturday?

Me: *Smiles sappily* Sure.

*Sigh....here we go again, guys!*

;-p


Note: To those ppl with NO sense of humour whatsoever, certain facts like my issues with women and insecurities for example, in today’s post were intentionally AMPED UP merely for comical effect. I’m actually quite *normal* 24-7-365. Cross my heart and swear to die if I’m lying. What...u dun believe issit??

i REALLY am 'normal' u know!!!

Seriously!!

Dun believe ah...u can call me y’know..... eh u still readin ‘ah??

Hello??

Anybody?

;-)

The CIMB Posse

Port Dickson Expedition

After Friday's night's/early morn's shenanigans, I woke up on Saturday afresh with a new outlook on life: No matter how shitty / crazy life gets; I'll get by with a lil' help from my friends! (copyright:the Beatles) ;-p

So I woke up midday, drove drunkard cousin back to Jalan SI to pick up his car from the club and decided I needed to leave KL for awhile to do a lil' soul searching.

Lo and behold, Fahmi, another cousin of mine calls at the right moment and invites me to spend the weekend in Port Dickson at a chalet they've booked.

Sun, sand, sea, surf......You bring it, I'll be there!

2 hours of crazy driving and haphazard calling up of peeps to find my way to Port Dickson later, (Major props to Ed, my Nogori guide by the way for giving me the proper directions to PD) I arrived at Avillion, the PD resort Fahmi's pa'rents were staying at over the weekend.

I gotta say despite it being PD and all (crap beach, polluted waters over the Malacca Straits, etc.), the management for Avillion has managed to *change* their little corner of PD well enough to make it look exotic and SO not PD...kinda reminds me of Berjaya Tioman or Pangkor from their wood based decor to their lush usage of trees and plants to hide the beachfront off public view from the roadside.

I reckon if their management can do this...imagine what Hard Rock Cafe management can achieve when they debut the third Hard Rock Hotel in South East Asia along the PD beachfront in 2007 !

Neways, being by the seaside, walking past the edge of the water alone, plus my recent 25th birthday just passing, kinda makes a man contemplate stuff u know....

Alone

I was thinking, heck I'm 25 now...where do I want my life to go in the next 5 years? What do I wanna achieve, what do I wanna do, where do I wanna be by the time I hit the big 3-0 ??

And the annoying subject that keeps coming back to my mind is: Do I wanna spend the next 5 years alone?

I mean hey...I'm a big boy now...u can even say I'm an adult (despite STILL having the mental capacity of a 15-yr old, most days of the week) ;-p

And I can handle being alone most of the time...

It's just some weekends, when I'm being truthful to myself, deep down I feel I wouldn't mind a change of pace from bachelordom and maybe have someone to talk to, to relate to, and share parts of my life with unlike the way I share it with my friends or family members.

Maybe it's time I finally....yeah y'know what I'm saying don'tcha...yep...maybe it's time I finally......

GET

A

PET!!!!


Muahaahehahehaheahhehahahahehahahehahahah... ;-ppppp

Joking aside, I'm ready now to share my life with someone special and start having an honest to goodness adult relationship with..... A MAN.

*cue canned laughter and hilarity*

NO-leh...my mother would have a heart attack and my father an aneurysm from even contemplating that thought !!! ;-)

Seriously speaking.....look out women of KL....'cos NiK is in town and looking to get some!!!

Err....that came out wrong somehow..... I meant looking to get some-one special !!!

;-p

Shared Solitude

Friday Night Fever!

My mates threw me a birthday bash at Poppy/Passion to celebrate my 25th.

And I have to say in retrospect, it must be the MOST debauched/hedonistic/wild party I have ever been to yet. (and NOT in the way you would think it'd be 'cos NO i didn't get wasted, NO i didn't get *lucky*, and NO, they didn't tie me up to a bed and leave my fate in the hands of two pre-op trannies from Chow Kit)-- ;-p

Being the birthday boy, I arrived 30 minutes late after midnight (have to make an entrance maaa), stoned-high on one joint that I took in the car as my chaperone/buddy/neighbour Nizam drove me to Jalan SI.

After all the congrats, pats on the back, gift openings (thanks for the after-sex towel guys...altho' I wonder what I'm going to be wiping afterwards, considering my social life is crap currently working in this oh-so demanding 'company'), we proceeded to get down and dirty on the dance floor.

Since our table was on the elevated stage in front of the dance floor, it provided a superb vantage point of the action on the floor whilst giving us our personal space to boogey unhindered by the packed crowds.

Ho-hum, slow Friday night it seems 'cos there was only a group of 30+ ladies (must be a hen night or summat) and the regular GF/BF crowd.

*Smokes on second joint to get into the party mood then*

The rest of the guests enjoyed the opened bottles and proceeded to move to the beat as the DJ cranked up the music. Being a 'Halal Boy' (as one of my mates dubbed me), I don't drink alcohol and instead, my poison of choice to get wasted are smokes and joints. A few smokes later, I was *high* enough to start busting a move on the dance floor (Imagine that Kevin James character from the movie, Hitch dancing maniacally ...only far, far worse!) ;-p

Multiple smokes, joints and cokes later....

The night winds down as the clock strikes 3Am and the last song is played in the club.

In between all THAT action, my second cousin managed to get himself bloody drunk on a self made cocktail of JD/vodka/coke/cranberry juice. Another fellow office mate was dared into downing 3 of those self made cocktail as well and the last that I saw of him before we all departed from the club, he was chatting to some hot birds by the corner.

Oh well...he must've gotten lucky then. He's in good hands. ;-)

So my celebration night was spoiled by a drunken cousin who in his inebriated state, is like a big puking baby that needs to be taken care of (was actually planning to head off with that woman I just met...but oh hell....blood is thicker than water).

4AM and drunkard is tucked into bed. As I was just about to nod off as well, I got a phone call.

Turns out drunken office mate didn't get lucky after all and instead drove home alone whereupon he got stopped by the PO-lice on charges of drunk-driving. So off to the PO-lice station it is then to bail his sorry ass outta spending the night(early morn) in the jail.

Our gang met up at the station and after much *talking* (bribing police officers THAT early in the morn when u've had relatively NO sleep requires finesse and tact y'know), he got bailed on the promise that he appears in court on Monday to clear his charges/penalty.

By that time, it was already 6AM, at the crack of dawn.

So there we were, four 'brothers' bound by a common workplace, and now this one crazy night; all tired from over-partying and lack of sleep, yet glad to be alive and kicking.

What better way to celebrate such a mad, debauched, hedonistically wild night but to have breakfast at a regular mamak joint in Bangsar, aight?

My thoughts exactly. ;-)

The Morning After

Thanks for throwing a birthday bash in my honour guys. I wasn't really expecting it but was touched u guys had one neways...let's do it again next year!

But can we tone down the drunkard shenanigans and avoid the early-morning visits to the PO-lice station next time?

;-p