Its Not All Bad Having / Being A Side Dish
You like steak? Or the ever sinful KFC? And some grilled chicken breasts for the weight conscious Muscle Marys… We all love our meaty main dishes. But sometimes, the side dishes like the salad, coleslaw, & mash potatoes are just as important part of the meal. They get rave reviews & lots of attention too.
Being an attention whore comes so naturally to me that sometimes it actually hurts not to be in the spotlight. Initially I wanted to make this post a whiny & bitchy testament to the problems of being single & not being the centre of attention. But on Saturday night at Carnie's bash bursting with boys, I had SO MUCH FUN just being the co-host. Most certainly I celebrate my singlehood & served the boys with the greatest of pleasure.
In the evening after work I went about purchasing the perfect cake. It was a minty-chocolate cake which many declared was too sweet, just like yours truly. Why not? I do leave a pretty strong & zesty impression when I want to.
When I got home, I made a swift & appropriate wardrobe decision. After all preparation is part of the fun. Topped with my Bangkok-purchased T-shirt declaring “Coffee? Tea? Or ME?” & skanky underwear revealing rave pants, I went about ensuring all the boys had more than their fill of pretty drinks.
The beauty of pretty drinks do not just lie in the pretty pretty pink, blue or green colors but also in whimsical idea that the mixture of alcohols made the boys tipsy & talkative. Sure, some of the drinks were so strong that they had to be kept away from open flames, but it was all good. The spirits kept the boys high in spirits.
Speaking of high, I highly do not recommend mixing prescription medication with high dosages of alcohols because you can really have too much fun! I was flushed red, redder than the red bands on the CK briefs that several of the boys were wearing. *Snap* *Snap* Giggle… I got a little out of hand. Out of breath. Out of my pants to show off just a little too much butt. I really must remember to wear a belt in future.
Despite the cocky cocktails & the macho men, the cheesy 80’s music played got a little mellow. We wanted to dance. No. We needed to dance. We needed to move our bodies under the shinny disco lights to loud pumping anthems… LIQUID HO!
I wonder if that’s my new nickname in The Disco? Every visit there this year has been an alcohol fuel frenzy of group groping & groin grinding. Prancing & parading about like a proud peacock, I acted as if owned the place. In this temple of forbidden flesh, I have most certainly broken my fair share of glasses, jostled elbows with many an unhappy queen & trampled on too many toes. But I pay no heed to them. At most I muster up an “Ooopies Sorries” & move on. There is something about the elements envelope me in rapture.
Out of control! On the dance floor, my concentration is in the music, in the moment, in the elements. Screw the sea of hungry faces. Screw the problems of yesterday/ tomorrow. Nothing else matters but the beat. That perfect beat to bonk to. That perfect beat to hunt.
But in no way am I desperate. Being single doesn’t mean I have to sulk away at home. Even the leapers come into town once a while. Sure many of the Malaysian alternative bloggers have found someone to clean their pipes & call them cutesy names. All the happy princesses can keep their prince charmings & cum soaked tissues. My montage of music, men & mixers can keep me entertain like no one man can. My moments make me mad. It’s an euphoria unlike love.
Until the day I find my ideal, there are other ways to be happy. I have had my fair share of “false start relations” this year but that will not keep me from having a good time. Better alone than unhappy. Better a steamy side dish than a cold piece of stale fish. Better selfish than dealing with unwanted sh*t. So all you singles out there, don’t sulk, don’t fret. Mix a drink & mellow to the music….
Being an attention whore comes so naturally to me that sometimes it actually hurts not to be in the spotlight. Initially I wanted to make this post a whiny & bitchy testament to the problems of being single & not being the centre of attention. But on Saturday night at Carnie's bash bursting with boys, I had SO MUCH FUN just being the co-host. Most certainly I celebrate my singlehood & served the boys with the greatest of pleasure.
In the evening after work I went about purchasing the perfect cake. It was a minty-chocolate cake which many declared was too sweet, just like yours truly. Why not? I do leave a pretty strong & zesty impression when I want to.
When I got home, I made a swift & appropriate wardrobe decision. After all preparation is part of the fun. Topped with my Bangkok-purchased T-shirt declaring “Coffee? Tea? Or ME?” & skanky underwear revealing rave pants, I went about ensuring all the boys had more than their fill of pretty drinks.
The beauty of pretty drinks do not just lie in the pretty pretty pink, blue or green colors but also in whimsical idea that the mixture of alcohols made the boys tipsy & talkative. Sure, some of the drinks were so strong that they had to be kept away from open flames, but it was all good. The spirits kept the boys high in spirits.
Speaking of high, I highly do not recommend mixing prescription medication with high dosages of alcohols because you can really have too much fun! I was flushed red, redder than the red bands on the CK briefs that several of the boys were wearing. *Snap* *Snap* Giggle… I got a little out of hand. Out of breath. Out of my pants to show off just a little too much butt. I really must remember to wear a belt in future.
Despite the cocky cocktails & the macho men, the cheesy 80’s music played got a little mellow. We wanted to dance. No. We needed to dance. We needed to move our bodies under the shinny disco lights to loud pumping anthems… LIQUID HO!
I wonder if that’s my new nickname in The Disco? Every visit there this year has been an alcohol fuel frenzy of group groping & groin grinding. Prancing & parading about like a proud peacock, I acted as if owned the place. In this temple of forbidden flesh, I have most certainly broken my fair share of glasses, jostled elbows with many an unhappy queen & trampled on too many toes. But I pay no heed to them. At most I muster up an “Ooopies Sorries” & move on. There is something about the elements envelope me in rapture.
Out of control! On the dance floor, my concentration is in the music, in the moment, in the elements. Screw the sea of hungry faces. Screw the problems of yesterday/ tomorrow. Nothing else matters but the beat. That perfect beat to bonk to. That perfect beat to hunt.
But in no way am I desperate. Being single doesn’t mean I have to sulk away at home. Even the leapers come into town once a while. Sure many of the Malaysian alternative bloggers have found someone to clean their pipes & call them cutesy names. All the happy princesses can keep their prince charmings & cum soaked tissues. My montage of music, men & mixers can keep me entertain like no one man can. My moments make me mad. It’s an euphoria unlike love.
Until the day I find my ideal, there are other ways to be happy. I have had my fair share of “false start relations” this year but that will not keep me from having a good time. Better alone than unhappy. Better a steamy side dish than a cold piece of stale fish. Better selfish than dealing with unwanted sh*t. So all you singles out there, don’t sulk, don’t fret. Mix a drink & mellow to the music….
Maybe we'll meet at a bar
He'll drive a funky car
Maybe we'll meet at a club
And fall so deeply in love
He'll tell me I'm the one
And we'll have so much fun
Janet Jackson~ Someone To Call My Lover
posted by AJ @ 1:18 AM
7 Comments:
AJ is a star!! tho' it was a bit crafty of you that neither tea nor coffee were on the menu... ;)
when are we co-hosting again honey?!
... and the cake was just right!
nyam nyam nyam...
since when u become side dish... second main course la....
that's the spirit!!
you must bring me party someday..
Wah, party everywhere ah. Invite me along one day lah.
Paul
how true that is...
but aiya me not invited to the party one *sob sob*
carnie~ When I'm around, why bother with the other nasty drinks?
xavier~ but it was Carnie's party so of course I'm the side dish!
1d~ will do! but first you must come back home...
paul & joshua~ Sure! next party i'll send the invites! Just be prepared for your ass to be groped...
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