Night life in Seremban?!?!?

Months ago, night life in Seremban was a near zero, except for a few shabby little bars which does not have any bartenders! LOL. With the new opening of the new Trilogy Bistro/Club/Lounge in Era Baru Square,just 500m from Terminal 1------we're saved!

The heart and soul of Trilogy---the Bar!!

Imagine this, driving down all the way to KL, dance n drink till the club closes, hang around in the mamak till the effects of the alcohol sort of clears off and drive all the back to Seremban. That was how desperated we were. But that won't be the case, for now.

I tried their set lunch, it was fantastic and really at a very reasonable price. Thumbs up to the chef! He actually came out and talked to us. The manager was really friendly as well, I'm not sure if it was because we were the only customers there :P

Haven't been able to concertrate on my studies for few nights in a row. My mind seems to be wandering off elsewhere, what makes it more difficult was this feeling of emptiness inside. I couldn't take it anymore. Having being FFKed by the girls, I put on my red, hot, sexy dress and went to the club alone. Hell knows what was going through my mind. Danger?? Nah~

To my surprise, the club was full! Just when I thought it's just gonna be a drink or two, I spotted a familiar face--someone I've never talked to in school, Mr. Tart. Never really liked him but it was a great relieve to see someone familiar. I decided to join them for the night. My biggest surprise was actually seeing Drs from the hospital! Especially one from my previous posting, he's kinda cute, but a tad bit too shy. It was fun, seeing them all euphoric, disinhibited, laughing, dancing, drinking and puffing away.

The music caters to everyone, with a selection of R&B, house and progressive, even something by Tiesto. The DJ's real cute by the way. Anyway, I've always have this weakness for DJs, even though they're not really that cute, but there's something in them that appeals to me. Hmm.. I wonder....

Free drinks for ladies on Thursday night. And every group of 6 ladies get a bottle of bacardi free. The theory behind ladies night, that i've postulated, is that if the club can lure chicks to go, there would certainly be a huge influx of men into the club. And when men goes, they drink, and that's how the club generate income to cover for the free drinks and still have loads of it left.

In general, the club is really good, I'm not sure if it was because of the devastating deprivation that made me bias, but I'd certainly go back. But the only sad thing is that they close at 1am!! Definitely gonna so something about that!

A place to call home...

I was actually back home in good old KK for the holidays. Was sick for 1 whole week, in which was the right thing at the right time, I presumed. I couldn’t imagine myself sick, alone and away from home. Being back home, it was different. I could really sleep soundly, not having to wake up in the middle of the night at the slightest sound. Worst nights would’ve been during thunderstorms, with the heavy rain pouring like mad and the wind wailing, could hardly sleep a wink, as I lay curled up in my bed.

All the worries seem to just melt away the instant my plane touched down at the airport. I’m home, I told myself. A soldier at war, I find myself constantly struggling to stay alive. Coming home has always been something I look forward to.

However crazy this may sound, home does not feel like home anymore. Being evicted from my own room, which now belongs to my brother, I was crammed up in the same room with my sister and all her stuff. All of which I could call my space was the bed, a 45cmx45cm stool to put my knickknacks, whatnot, so that they won’t become lost treasures of the room when I leave, and my luggage bag. Even my toiletries are kept in a bag. More so, I had to adjust to everyone’s schedule, which is so complicated that I completely lost track of what’s going on, what’s supposed to happen and what happened. I have no idea where things are, not even the slightest hint where they keep my old stuff.

My home had always been my sanctuary. Off late, I’ve been doing some thinking and the fact is, I’ve been running away from my problems, which means I wouldn’t have to deal with it for that short span of time. Which also kinda explains why I dread to leave. But I realize that my life is here. What I have been struggling with, life changing experiences, and people that I have met. I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Sad to say that I must grow up and not shirk from responsibilities, life is never a bed of roses, but it’s been pretty okay for me so far.

I'm HOME!!!

My room in S'ban. The floor lamp is a gift fr a special some1, which serves to remind me of things that I should not do, but.....

Perfect for a tete-a-tete.

Fag Hag

Also known as Fruit Fly and Queer Dear. This is a woman who prefers the company of gay men because she recognizes their effervesence, incisive wit, and sheer brilliance regarding the human condition. This woman appreciates the fact that gay men know how to drill down to the bittersweet core of an issue and make light of it where necessary, and simultaneously make dark humor of it where otherwise necessary. It is a gift that comes from being an outsider: rather than lying down and taking a beating, as some do, the exaulted gay man rises from the ashes and finds the ridiculous glory in being an outsider. In this endeavor, he seeks the company of a woman, and she of him...because regardless of intentions, women and men enjoy the company of those who feel "right" to each other.

Because this type of woman is generally spoiled by the general delightfulness of gay men, she may scorn straight men for their lack of personality and overall dullness.

She had a boring but biologically necessary momentary sexual encounter with a straight man named "Todd," but she soon grew bored of his attention and longed to be encircled in the warm and safe womb of the gay bar. "I must tend to my mother," she told him, as she eyed the clock and noted that it was 1:10 am. In her mind, she calculated and realized she still had time to make it to the bar and hook up with some boys who would eventually stay until dawn and entertain her bottomless need to be intellectually and emotionally stimulated.In light of this, she deftly dressed herself, and buffed and fluffed her makeup in this Todd's sticky dank bathroom. She then politely delivered a well-placed kiss upon the former object of her desire, and hailed the first cab in sight. She knew with utmost assurity, after all, that straight men are for sex; gay men are for love.

gOnE, GoiNg, GonE....

The exam stress was really getting at me. I couldn’t believe that I actually drove out to the nearest 7-11 in the middle of the night just to get ice-cream. Yup, the sinful, calorie loaded, sensuous, heavenly---- ice-cream *all hail to this wonderful dessert*… yum… And guess what? I finished 2 sticks of Nestle Crunch in under 5 minutes… Man, was I deprived!

Can't wait to unwrap this. Like a kid on christmas morning.... A unique combination of smooth Nestlé chocolate and crisped rice, which delivers an exciting eating sensory experience of distinctive taste, texture and sound*crunch* LOL.
Love at first bite...

Gone!

Then I got to thinking, what have I been doing during the whole Surgery Posting? Other than a couple of flings, a few weeks of continuous partying, a few drinks too much later…. I realize I haven’t been studying as much as I should. Conscience is killing me now, especially after a shitty MCQ paper. Oh well, to make amends, I’ll be cutting my holiday short---- to study. Can’t believe Sem 6 is over, and I’ll be telling patients “Hi, I’m a 4th year medical student. May I shove my finger up your ass? (*shing* shows index finger to patient)” in 3 week’s time.
Can’t wait~~ *sneers*

wAitinG fOr the zSa ZsA zSu...

"Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies." -Carrie Bradshaw, SATC Season 5--I Love a Charade

Have you ever felt the zsa zsa zsu before? That feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you see that someone special. How your heart would skip a beat when your phone rings, and smile to see that it was that someone who called? The way you gaze into his eyes and feel nothing but lost? The tinkle down your spine when he holds your hand? How you'd laugh when he grins and hugs you?

Forgive me for being all lovey-dovey. Couldn't help it. I miss the zsa zsa zsu I had not long ago....

Sex and The City with a twist--Matrix style

sex_and_the_city_matrix

Justin Timberlake- SexyBack

Justin Timberlake - SexyBack


I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other boys they don't know how to act
I think it's special... what's behind your back
So turn around and and I'll pick up the slack

-Bridge-

Dirty Babe
You see these shackles baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way

( take it to the chorus)

-Chorus-

Come here girl, go head be gone with it
Come to the back, go head be gone with it VIP, drinks on me
Lemme see what you're twerking with
Look at those hips
Make me smile
Go 'head child and get your sexy on

I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Girl let me make up for all the things you lack
Because you're burning up I got to get it fast

(Take it to the bridge)

( take it to the chorus)

I'm bringin' sexy back
you mother fuckers watch how I attack
If that's your girl, baby watch your back

All I need is...

When you said you felt guilty of not giving me anything for spending 3 days with you. It sounded wrong. But I didn’t have the courage to confront you. I’m just afraid to hear things that I would never ever wish to hear. I was stressing that I never expected anything from you but that long pause over the phone told me you didn’t believe me. Truth is, I am expecting something, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Hence, I lied. And you knew that all along. Guess I was never good a lying. And yes, you were right, I was a fool. Your fool.


A few sleepless nights, I finally have the answer…


All I need from you is only a few minutes of your time, to stop and think of me, to show me a little care and concern. Let me have a little place in your heart, just for that little moment. I don’t need commitment. Neither do I need you to say forever. Nor am I ever expecting you to say I do. All I ask of you is only to let me play a fraction of a teeny tiny role in your life. Don’t let me be just a passerby in your life. Is that just too much to ask of you?

A moment of solitude......