Emoticon/ Lexicon: Insatiable/ Delectable

I have to admit, more often that most, I have this deep unquenchable thirst for everything worth having. I want more excitement, I want more peace, more space & more attention. More friends, sex, spirituality, lovers, food, muscles, money, music, flavors, knowledge, experiences, time, freedom, clothes, alcohol & books (not necessarily in that order). Yes, I have to admit I am the personification of greed.

And so begins the 2-part story of my greedy weekend…


The Friday Emo(t)icon: Markus Schulz overwhelms Zouk, KL

Yes, not many may know him, but Markus Schulz is one of the top twenty DJs in the world. Sure he shares this title wit nineteen other DJs but what’s special about him is his own personal brand of emotion stirring trance music. Well, that and he is pretty darn do-able. With Carnie out of town & Slutboy tied up at work, I went down to the city with a new guy who shares a similar passion for trance. Yes he is cute but no I haven’t slept with him.

Upon arrival, we shared 2 jugs of Long Island Tea which we never did get around to finishing. But we didn’t need to. They were super strong and they got us super high! Higher than the highest kite I let my emotions take over as I swayed to the music. With my eyes half opened & my body unable to stay still, I let the beats depict my feelings & movements. Yes, I have been accused of being over emotional by many but something about the rhythm, base & vocals that just heightened my senses to a whole new level.

When Slutboy finally arrived, I part of me was overjoyed. I know all too well the value of a good friend who shares a passion. At times like these do have to remind myself that there is no need to obsess about such things and just enjoy the time.

Scoff if you must, but I felt as if I was performing the joyous interpretive dance of everything that was ever wrong with my life. Sad yet happy? Is that even possible?

Freedom from,
Sorrow like there is no tomorrow from a time long gone,
Rejection from a lover of which I almost didn’t recover,
Physical attraction for man just discovered,
Hunger for a human touch,
Fear of the unknown future,
Guilt & anger stemming from unfulfilled promises,
Unwanted neediness & obsessive compulsiveness…

They all bled from my aura & yet I was totally elated. I really don’t know if anyone feels the way I feel when I dance intoxicated as I really don’t know how to describe the feeling to others. How do you describe what happens after a few beers to someone who has never had alcohol? Harder yet, how do you describe emo-trance to someone who has never listen to any trance tracks before? Combine the two in a twisted mind & you have me at my pinnacle of peace. Sad, happy & now peaceful? The fucker’s nuts!

When Markus Schulz played tracks like ‘Without You Near’ and ‘In Your Loving Arms’, OMGoat my mild melted & I was dancing 5 inches above the floor! I’d love to tell you that you will simply love the music. But the relationship I and my feelings have with the music is a personal one. My best advice is to listen to the tracks yourself. I don’t guarantee it will do anything for you, but you would be a bit closer to my heart. Does any of this make sense to you?

Is it wise to say
While the other's waiting
She's contemplating you
Another passes by the door
Any other day, you just look Around and
All you see is gone
All you see is gone

Markus Schulz ft Departure~ Without You Near

Good/Bad Things Happen In 3s

Old wives’ tale or not, 3 seems to be a magic number. Inspired by Musang’s post It’s a Three Way and So Much More (look for it in February 2007), I examined all the 3 ways I’ve had in my life. Not sexual in nature but the friendships I’ve built. Carnie, Slutboy & me- that’s the latest slutty trinity. Duff, the Goat & me- the unholy trinity spread across the Asia now. 1d, Pinks & me- the unlikely bunch back in University. Having 2 people to depend on makes life, especially while clubbing so much easier.

Can’t remember that cute-guy-I-met’s name?
Need to run distraction on 2 different guys whiles I slut with a third?
Wanna to get that hawt guy’s shirt off but don’t wanna do it yourself?
Like to open a bottle of wine?
Feel like a dirty 3 way dance?
So drunk that I need to be carried to the car?

But then again, the situation isn’t always sunny…

Our love ... his trust
I might as well take a gun
And put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this...anymore
Woaoaoao...anymore
Rihanna~ Unfaithful

Humanizing Stereotypes

If there is one thing I don’t like about blogging, it’s being approached by strangers who have read my blog & look at me like they know every single thing about me. Like a museum exhibit, they then expect me volunteer personal information & to live up to the romanticized self-portrait of AJ that I have painted. I still have many secret talents that I will not share with the world! So don’t be stalker like & talk like polite people should.

No, the whole stalkeresque thingy hasn’t happened recently but I do want everyone to understand that surely & most certainly I have more dimensions, layers & angels than you can imagine. I know I have been labeled by many as a cold bitchy hedonistic party freak, but such assumptions are not entirely correct. I’m not saying its wrong to label people but a little restraint & tact always does wonders.

I’m personally totally guilty of bestowing titles, nasty or nice onto people. In fact, very often when I first meet someone I find myself noticing their flaws. Whether or not I call them a ‘Trashy Three Headed Tranny’, ‘Evil Clown Whore’ or ‘Melted Barbie Doll’ does really depend a lot on my discretion to act on the spur of the moment.

This weekend whiles happily out clubbing, I encountered some badly labeled Bitches. There was Anne Of Green Gables who just like the character from the series always went out with a straw hat with a ribbon tied around it. Anne has since upgraded and now is always seen with a visor. Still, we call him Anne at every opportunity.

Twirl, twirl & turn around and there’s Fuck Face The Fugly with his boyfriend with shoes made by blind pixies (The most hideous things ever they look like leather ketupats. Surely the current surge of earthquakes can be blamed on the spirit of the cow that had to sacrifice itself for those fashion death traps turning over and over again in its grave). I’ve posted about this before but what makes Fuck Face The Fugly truly fugly is his loathsome personality which I do not care to elaborate. But it does make for a good tongue twister.

But at the end of the party, all the fun & names were brought to a halt by yours truly being bitch slapped. *Wwwhack!* I have never been slapped before. Time stood still & and all eyes follow the thunderous sound to AJ. I think, most people would have freaked. Some would have started pounding, some would have let the flood gates open and others would have been speechless.

Instead I calmly expressed to him that he really shouldn’t do that & I forgive him. But if he does it again, ever, he would totally regret it. In deed he did apologize, but I’m not particularly sure of the sincerity stemming from his unsure clarity.

No, I have never wronged this guy & have never even called him names. In fact he is one of the first few people I met coming into the scene. Its just his imbalanced personality taking a swipe at my easy going personality. I fully understand how its like to be crazy & wanting to take it out on the world. Sure I bitched about it later but if anything, that slap taught me that I’m a much nicer person that I thought I was.

So yeah, don’t judge me purely based on what you read about me because even I don’t know me. And always remember to talk, like polite people should. How else can you know a person’s heart?

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well, when exactly doe you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

Love Spit Love (OST Charmed)~ How Soon Is Now

Resurrections, Reiterations & Revelations

Did ya miss me? Did I disappoint you by not posting? Did you even notice?

It’s not you, its me…
The matter of the fact is that I no longer feel like blogging as much any more. Rather than posting every other day, I think I will be posting once a week or maybe just when I really have something really worth posting about. Not that I think that anyone cares, but I thought I should give everyone who does read this blog the heads up (especially that one person from Iceland that seems to lurk frequently). I highly suspect it may be better I communicate all these things I wanna let out directly to people rather than jotting them down for the world to see.

Don’t ever accept candy from strangers…
But its okay if it’s from a friend of a friend’s friend, even if you’re not sure if he really was. His lollipop (really was candy people, FOCUS! FOCUS!) was the nicest & worst thing I ever tasted! Tasted like mandarin yoghurt & mutton curry! I got it at my final rave of the year (again), Velocity I think it was. Kyau & Albert, Ron Van Beuken and Judge Jules played an amazing set. There was a blackout which must be embarrassing for the organizers, but its no big deal. Everything seemed shiny sparkly that night. I didn’t even wonder over to the *ugh* RNB section to listen to what they were playing.

Haven’t we met before…
I went out clubbing (and drank) so often with old & new friends that I have trouble remembering what exactly I did, with who & where. Seriously kids, alcohol kills brain cells! I suspect I even had a blackout moment during my count down at Orange but can’t be sure because I was too drunk to remember. What I do remember is chatting up this couple that looked like they were made for each other. Surely they weren’t the prettiest things in there (I actually sent out an SMS to Slutboy- Come find me on the couches! Help me! I am chatting up ugly men!). Not that they were paying much heed to me, I could actually sense how happy they were together, like some of the couples I know…

Will you be my best friend…
On new years eve I was hugging (and licking) all of my best friends. I guess I wanted to show them some love. The funniest thing was that I saw a bunch of spiky haired lesbians on my way out of the club, I instantly shouted “OH MY GAWD! Lesbians! I love you lesbians!” The goat tells me this is rude and I am lucky I didn’t get beaten up, but I think at least I was (drunkenly) honest on how cute they are (it took what ever minute amounts of soberness left in me to stop me from going up to them and hugging them randomly too). But it certainly made my night when they shouted back “Happy New Year!” in unison. They love me, they really do!

You’re like a tender love bite on my neck…
Then there is this guy I met who is like sexy, smart & super nice. The more I know, the more I likey! It feels so comfortable talking with him, that it makes me wonder if my jaded bitter persona is all simply due to the simple fact that I just haven’t met a compatible guy. But (there is always a but isn’t there?) he gives off such mixed signals that it does drive me nuts at times too! WTF does he want from me??

Someday we’ll know…
I really can’t remember the last time that I felt so comfortable & yet so frantic. Then again he has left the country & doesn’t even stay in the same city. Although I am certainly not going to dwell on thoughts of him, I am certainly going to make opportunities to communicate with him in the future. I think just maybe, there is something worth exploring there.

And the award for best actor in a solo drama goes to…
I know I can be emotional, but what is a boy/ girl to do? And of course with the whole new year thingy I have been dutifully examining my priorities & how I channel my resources. The main outcome is that I am too hard on myself at times & at the same time too lax. I need to stop thinking I am crazy & be comfortable in my own skin. Over analyzing every situation is not going to help me be happier. I don’t think I will ever a stick thin model with abs of steel but neither am I unloveable, untouchable or undesirable. Over dramatic at times, I still do have more self control than some. When I bitchily glare at those who accuse me of being attracted to drama *flips hair*, I see they have starred in many soap operas of their own.

For my next trick…
I will give up the unhealthy & expensive habit of smoking like an Iraqi oil fire. By Feb 1st I should be smoking only on weekends & my last ciggie is targeted for March 16th. With a lil perseverance I will gain better control of the things I can change (work, health & finances) and learn to let go of the things I can’t (love & family). Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but soon enough I will be at total peace. I accept the simple fact that I will never be bright, shiny & new again but being clean, keen & quirky will be fantastic!

A Merry Messy Pre-Christmas

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

I’ve been a very very good boy this year & Santa has kept his end of the bargain and rewarded me early this year!

Without the fancy-smancy twists & turns, let me just say I unexpectedly but gratefully spent my pre Christmas extremely giggly. I didn’t actually intend on drinking much but thanks to Carnie & Slutboy who took turns pouring bubbly down my throat, I was happy. Unexpected happiness is always the best, isn’t it?

Unexpected happiness is like twiddling 2 cousins on the sofa. Finally all that working out at the gym has paid off as I had one cousin on either side of my chest whiles I slowly stroked them and chatted. It was not a totally bimbotic conversation either! I know the normal fetish is for twins or brothers, but I’ve discovered that the hunt for cousins is much easier to satisfy. Roowr!

Santa was truly smiling on me because I also had another rare species at hand:- A freshly graduated 20 year old Singaporean virgin (with hard abs) who is undergoing his National Service training.Giggle. His story goes he was in search of the famous beef noodles in Kuala Lumpur, couldn’t find it and eventually stumbled into the bar. It was his lucky night too I guess because after clubbing we brought him to the noodle place & gave him a ride to his hotel (where his straight friends were actually waiting, unknowlingly).

As I lay in bed early in the morning, giggling with all that happened floating in my head, I thought about some of the advice I gave to the young boy & wonder how he viewed it…

“You know the whole thing about virginity. I mean about how your first time is special, sweet, meaningful & how you should wait to do it with the right person at the right time? Fuck that! Virginity is over rated. Just go do it and get it over with, that way you can have start having as much sex as you want with whoever you want!”

I wonder, will Santa be as 4th giving next Christmas?

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
to remind me
to find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Snow Patrol~ Chasing Cars

Trampled At The Disco

Tramps I tell you! A fucking bunch of shameless tramps, and that’s just the guys I hung out with!

The turn out at La Queen this Saturday was much prettier than usual. My feel really got trampled upon, lucky I was wearing cheap shoes or I’d be cursing like a back alley prostitute from southern China (more than I normally do). Downing cheap booze & listening to cheesy music, there really is nothing different to their special party nights.

Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t really like the place but we have to go where the crowd is. There is no club loyalty amongst gay men! If we go to some less popular place, we’d be left playing with ourselves under the disco ball. And honestly, I could stay home to do that.

The one guy that really stood out of the crowd was this hot shirtless 21 yo who although looked mature for his age, was delectable. Normally Slutboy, Carnie & I have differentiated tastes but we all agreed he was H-A-W-T!! Me & my boys are all fairly attractive, articulate & decent men with good jobs but when men like this come around, they turn us into giggly quivering school girls. The young gentleman doesn’t drink much, doesn’t smoke or any shit like that, its no wonder he is so well preserved.

What the fuck are they feeding the young boys nowadays? Really? Don’t get me wrong when I was 21 or so, I was sexy! Sexy dammit! But one look at these university-aged-model-could-be’s & I can’t help but feel inadequate. I feel strongly overcome by the urge to stop eating, get a facial plastic surgery & spending my entire day working out at the gym.

Being shallow will be the death of me! Next week I’m going on the raw diet! Everything that passes my lips will be uncooked! That rules out anything fried, rice, noodles & meat. Raw meat isn’t tasty anyways, well, unless its umm… man meat!

And in the giving spirit of Christmas, here is a vid of hot Italian meat…

Scandalous/ Frivolous, Androjane Hits Singapore HARD

I work hard for the money, so why shouldn’t I go crazy and spend it on an insane weekend in Singapore! Other’s may saving up for properties, weddings & children, but honey, this girl wants to have fun!!

It’s been several years since I visit the city made famous for being super clean & banning (the sale of) chewing gum. So I did what any defiant slacker would do & smuggled in bubble gum as presents & to chew slowly at public places. Heh.

During SMS communication prior to my trip down, 1d (notorious lurker) warned me to “please don’t cause any scenes on the bus). Who? Me? Cause scenes? Please! It was Carnie & Teks (who shall for from now on in all posts will be referred to as Slutboy™) who caused the scenes! HMPH! I’m pure as crystal (something)!

I have you know I participated in some very civilized conversations with old ladies regarding marriage, life & living! I even helped them open their coconut cookies (Young man, always look for girls with the heart of gold, not the heart of a gold digger). But then again, it was a good thing they were old enough not to hear me & the boys discuss topics like cum eating, sexy underwear flashing & group sex.

One of my favorite parts of the trip was meeting the ghosts of the boy’s past. I’ve always wondered what company they have kept, and I got to meet a few. First up was getting to know one of Carnie’s friends over Tony Roma’s ribs. I was absolutely nice to the boy! (To think he actually begged & pleaded with me not to be bitchy, like that is something I do!). Sweetest accountant ever! Sure he couldn’t tell me anything exciting about accounting, but hey, there’s nothing exciting about my job either.

After dinner we some how ended up viewing & having drinks near the infamous (but unglamorously puny) Merlion. FYI, the pint-sized Merlion is the symbol of the proud (but pint-sized) nation.

"I'm the Merlion, hear me roar~ Meow!"

If you ask me, everything about Singapore seemed scaled down. Even the most happening gay bar, Taboo, was located in two tiny shop houses. But it was packed full of boys (both hot and not so hot) drunk on jugs of alcohol! I loved how they carried their giant jugs about (were they overcompensating for something else?), but seriously, it was pretty fun to have giant drinks!

The music was a bit repetitive cos they played Man Eater, Sexy Back & several other songs at least twice. Then again, it could have been all the alcohol I drunk impairing my judgment. Regardless, the drunk shirtless boys with the most beautiful dimples truly made up for any short comings of the club.

Wait up. Must be the residual alcohol but I forgot to mention drinks at MOX where I met Jups Hee hee. She’s the second international blogger I’ve met & we instantly hit it off! She let me into many a dark secret, as did I! Bursting with energy, I did gay boys around the world proud & showed her how queer guys party! She danced up a storm (even if she got ciggie burns) & I think the shirtless boys shaking their non-existent asses helped. Dirty dancing with (real) girls is something I haven’t done in a long time *Sigh* I miss it.

After disco dancing, we went for roti phrata (that’s what they call roti canai in the South). I was surprised how friendly the locals were. Its not that I think all people down South are stuck up snobs, but over the years I’ve had many bad experiences with ‘the ugly Singaporean’. Or just maybe, this time around I met the beautiful/slutty ones. Heh. We made jokes & chatted over the silliest things.

On Saturday, I discovered the Singapore’s secret sales weapon, the NEW URBAN MALE ! Sure the clothes are nice, but the sales boys are nicer (hotter, sexier, buffer & drool inspiring). I really didn’t need another T Shirt with slutty wording but I justified my purchases as ‘christmas presents’. Being a wordsmith by profession, I think I can up with phrases that are more provocative than “I’m your after party”, “Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go down under”, “I’m sexier on the internet”, etc. Having hot bronze demigods attend to your needs really does make it hard to say no. I’ve been kicking myself in the ass all day for buying very nice but way over priced flipflops also! Like my dozen or so lesser priced ones aren't more than I need! Curse you New Urban Males!

And as pricy as the flipflops were I still had to try them out at ZOUKOUT! Thankfully the 7.5 hours of partying didn’t do them in. Zoukout ‘06 is worthy of a whole post of its own as for the first time in history, I made out at a rave. Hee Hee…

Due to the lack of sleep, most of Sunday was spent extra zoned out. I was there shopping & ogling men in body but my mind was still on the sands of Siloso Beach, raving away to the music. I enjoy zoning out and being one with nothing as it allows me to soak up the atmosphere.

I know this post seems a little scattered (more than usual anyways). But I really don’t know how best to describe the totality of my holiday in Singapore. I learnt so many new things about the boys I love & the boys (and girls) they love. I made new friends & partied with the best. I bought things I want but don’t really need and feel good about it. If only every weekend can be this much fun!

Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of him love
He's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
make you fall real hard in love
He's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of him love
He's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
Wish you never ever met him at all!
AJ ft Nelly Furtado ~ Maneater

No Promiscuous Promises

HiHi: This weekend go party again ah?

AJ: Every weekend is a party (baby)!

And why not? It’s my time to relax & unwind! My definition of a party may vary from her definition. According to AJ’s guide of gibberish:-

Party: Where alcohol is consumed in the presence of good company & good music. Sex optional.

This Saturday was the Blackout Party at La Queen…

Let’s do it together, WTF? x2

Firstly what’s a blackout Party, and then who the fuck name’s a club La Queen?

If you ever seen the owner, you’d understand why he named it La Queen, one of the oldest Diva’s I’ve seen still out on the circuit, surely he has many lurid tales to tell. But credit is duly deserved as it’s truly the first club bold enough to fly the rainbow flag in KL. And then the Blackout Party is apparently about the lack of lights. Pfft, the place is always pitch black anyways, how else do the undesirables do their picking up!

But I shouldn’t complain. The cover charge was still a reasonable RM35 & I got a free blinky light thingy to hang around my neck. *Pretty* Oh yeah, there were plenty of boys too (even if most of them weren’t the prettiest things).

There I go sounding all shallow & shit again. Like everyone else, I do check out the crowd but I don’t really hit on every hot guy I see. I’m there to dance, drink & be merry. It’s not all about shags.

What’s worth mentioning though is that they tried to play a more varied set that included more retro handbag music mixed with more contemporary beats. Vast improvement from usual underground-ish heavy beats. Everybody likes a bit of familiarity, even if they can’t see the faces in the crowd.

One thing I do look out for is patterns. Not the kind plain projected into the crowd using green lasers, but rather the people I meet. I managed to catch up with so many acquaintances. There was the guy from college that I didn’t know was gay until I bumped into him at Liquid several years ago, the guy who I used to chat so much with on IRC (does anyone remember a/s/l?) and the older guy I slept with many years ago. Also, the model whose ass I always grab as a greeting was busy caressing his latest cute thing & the couple whom I had a foursome with was there too. I even managed to catch up with the tranny who thinks my tummy is cute.

Talking to these people isn’t about getting sex & it doesn’t make me feel popular either. If popularity was important to this bitch, I would have definitely re-introduced myself to many people whom I have stopped speaking to. In the crowd was Big Head Bimbo whom annoys me, who no matter how much weight he loss, he has a freakishly big head. Chatting up Fuck Face The Fugly’s BF (whom I don’t really know that well due to me finding his boyfriend detestable) was the tall blonde dude with his very motherly faghag which I dutifully insulted on sHalloween. Didn’t feel like engaging them in conversation either.

But the guy I really like but had to hate was the pink web consultant working on my company website. Hired through a mutual friend, I would enjoy conversing with him, if only he wouldn’t talk shop on the damn dance floor! He made me throw a hissy fit! And I had to mock bitch slap, kick him in the groin, pound his face & pull his hair (the tightly packed crowd sensing my anger, actually cleared an area around me). Might have even gotten in one or two real hits, but hopefully they didn’t hurt (too much). When I’m out & about, the last thing I want to think about is the looming deadlines & problems of the office.

Grr… I soooo have to remember to include a ‘no work after hours policy’ when working with pink friendly people in the future. Or would an email stating “Dear Boss, our web consultant is a cock sucking faggot, let’s hold back payment until at least one of us gets some head. Luv, AJ” be more my style?

And look out Singapore! Come next weekend AJ will be gracing your lovely country!

Those days are old and overdone
And it's only cause I'm not with you that you make me number one
Though I may love you
It hurts me deep inside and
Now I no longer have to hide

AJ Ft Kelis~ Trick Me

The Big Noisy Picture: Armin Van Buuren Rave @ Zouk, KL

One of the world’s top DJs was in town & being the trance junkie I am, I went with Teks & his two boys (Drew & XXX Guy).

I was excited! I have been looking forward to the event for many weeks! It’s a pity that AJ started the night in a nastier mood than usual. The week had been long & tiring. Massive work loads & uncooperative colleagues make for a very stressed out/ anti social AJ. I didn’t even manage to get a good nap before getting ready.

The warm up set was fucking fantastic. The DJ knew how to hype the anxious crowd with big hits from big names. Ashamedly, Drew pointed out my song of the year, Tracking Treasure Down (Gabriel & Dresden) before I noticed it. One vodka lime & I was still cranky. Later, we got more alcohol (and other necessities) & I loosened up enough not to mind the claustrophobia inducing over crowded setting. My style being cramped by some dumbass hollering at his babe on the podium is a small price to pay to hear one of my Idol’s play live. Its not that his ass didn’t get in the way of my moves, just that I wouldn’t let it bother me.

Armin showed the crowd why he has been nominated the number 2 DJ in the whole freaking world. I can’t remember any of the tracks, but not because I was too high. His style has always been less vocals driven but more of amazing beats. I most definitely must have herd some of the tracks played that night before, but I’ve always listened to his albums as a whole, disregarding most of the titles. Sometimes it’s about the whole picture rather than the small pieces, no?

Towards the end, when I could not stand, I found an empty table with a stool to perch upon. Out of nowhere, this clearly straight boy came up to me and started chatting me up.

Say it with me, WTF?

No, I wasn’t hallucinating and he didn’t mistake me for a very very (very) beautiful girl either. He needed a table to impress his chick & I had the only empty table with a good view. They joined me & we had a decent conversation about clubs, music & girls on the podium. No I wasn’t pretending to be straight, its just that the girls did their moves so much better (and were more sexier) than they guys. Shit like bad harcuts, fugly clothes & too much body combat class does happen.

My new friend even gave me some gin. I hate gin. But somehow, as a token of friendship (especially when someone else is paying), it tastes alright. In hindsight, I should have at least remembered his name.

Unfortunately, the gin kicked in late. And I was more drunk than I realized and almost fell asleep whiles driving back from Tek’s place. Yeah, stupid I know. Even if I parked in the wrong spot, I did get back safely. And next time, I’ll make sure there isn’t a next time.

Although not technically a real rave, this will most likely be my last rave for the 2006. It was truly a good finale to a good year of raves for me. Nobody can take that away from me, well, unless they knock me over the head giving me amnesia…

Even if I almost killed myself, I didn’t and life goes on…

Dek, Dek, Dek, Dek, Tum, Tum, Tum…
Bam, Bam, Bam, Bam…
(Layered with) Tiu, Tiu Tiuuuu & Wheeeeeeee!
Armin Van Buuren~ Something something

(This is as close as I can get to what I herd. I’m no professional, bite me!)