10
November 2001
It’s 1.05am, just got back from the mamak. It’s been a rather eventful evening I’d say. Went to Uptown for food , had a tiny bowl of salad. Later adjourned to BSC for a game of bowling. Got dropped off in Bangsar and was hoping to see the free party at Ohm. Apparently there was an import house DJ playing there for the night. I either have the wrong nite or Angie Ng’s listing is horridly inaccurate. So tired I can hardly even open my eyes now. Let alone type. Anyhows back to my eventful evening. By 11.30pm I found no one and no DJ playing. So went to Starbucks for my dose of mocha. Then stood outside for a while thinking what to do.. Once again my extraordinary pair of jeans managed to attract attention totally not needed. One bloke gave me the thumbs up for sweeping the streets of Bangsar. The rest simply stared. Then I decided to catch a cab home.. got one and the drive asked for a 5 bucks extra on top of the metre read. I said ok and climbed in. The next thing you know I’m being driven down this totally opposite road to the one leading home. Got up and started asking the drive questions but he didn’t answer. So I panicked and opened the door whilst the cab was still moving and screamed to be let down. After about 2 minutes of it the drive stopped and I just ran off. What a day to not bring my knife with me. And what a night to get onto the wrong cab. Didn’t manage to get the number down because was too panicky.. Got back to Telawi and then called Nizam to see if he could pick me up. Felt really bad making the poor chap come get me. N.B: Get BIG birthday present for Nizam. Went for a drink at the mamak and then here I sit now typing this with my eyes half open.
Does my sitting here imply that I’ve been lucky? What’s the stats of people having dramatic evenings? Does this also mean I have to start walking around looking like Marilyn Manson at night just to get home safe? Not that I’d mind really.
My ears are getting itchy….Could this signify infection following piercings? Is it possible that I would spend the next 50 years of my life without earlobes? I’ve not even done my 3rd piercing yet!
Day 6 of vegetarianism… I swear my skin is developing this green hue. And I feel as bloated as a cow. I fear I may start hallucinating about that big fat juicy steak. Doubt I’ll ever be a half decent Buddhist. Heck, if you ask my mom she’ll tell you I’m not a half decent anything.
Again today tension about the status of my future builds up…Every waking day I walk on a tight rope. One wrong step and I’m done for… only to turn around to see them going ‘I told you so’. So what’s your choice gonna be Kat? French and a diploma at LSE? Or French and a MCSE? I don’t know really, what do you think? I don’t know either.
Am I going to ever make it? A great person I’ll become says David. Great news! Do the lines on hands tell so much? I wonder with cynicism.
Need to get more moving with my life. Need a job. Have to print the babysitting ads. Gotta get a bank account. Gotta keep myself busy before I finish spending my reserves. Need to re-evaluate the bank vault floor plans. What about my two free invites for tomorrow’s gig? And who in god’s name are the ‘Fierce ruling residents’ of Trade?
No songs today I’m afraid.. I’ve run out of new downloads and the ones playing aren’t as inspiring as they were initially. Guess that’s what happens to over played tracks………..
What’s tomorrow gonna be like? And why am I so annoyingly full of questions tonight? Has to be the mocha….
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