Well what would have been an amazing weekend started off with my stupid Quark file not opening because the software that i decided to use was having a hissy fit and chose not to open. I ended up not having enough sleep because i spent the early hours of the day on Saturday trying rectify the issue but ended up with no solution.
So anyway when it was inching towards noon i decided to pack for my short getaway. I packed at least half a dozen Ts and random items, knowing that the last Revelation i sweat buckets and smelling like stale sweat is definitely not a turn-on [for myself as well as for those in a radius of a few metres]. Perhaps it's a girl thing to pack like you're going away for a week when in reality you're just gone for 30 hours.
After making a pit stop at the supermarket to get four 6-packs and redbulls, a withdrawal of extra mullah and various chuppas, we started our journey.
Eventually we got to the bungalow to join Bruce and gang. We arrived and Soul-T, his brother in-law, supastar and poster boy were already there stuffin' themselves with room service. But by that time the first order of call was to chuck the beer in the fridge and freezer... By late afternoon my beer consumption began and eventually everyone had come back from their little excursion to Giant, where another set of speakers were bought and our 4 bedroom bungalow was filled with tunes and chit chatter.
The sun went down and preparations for the night began. A little cam whoring was done and YC's fringe was centre of attention as it sprang up each time you held it down. Much like those toys that sit on the dashboard and bop up and down when there's movement... ehehe.
By 10pm we reached the venue and much thanks to Zouk Brians' VIP passes, we managed to park at the VIP carpark near the venue. But due to the time, we ended up parking right at the end but definitely closer than most.
The next hour was spent bumping into random people and doing the hello's and greetings. Then rumor had it that they were shutting down at 1am because the authorities were concerned with the number of people showing up, there could be a riot. IT'S A FUCKING RAVE! There's meant to be 1000's of people there... what else were they expecting?
Soul-T and Bass Agents ended up playing side by side by midnight and the crowd was relatively pumped up and there was a relatively good vibe. My adventure to find more beer and having bumped into various ex colleagues and random others took longer than expected. I found myself constantly repeating, Where do i buy drink coupons?
Surrounded by friendly faces and a whirlwind of lights, it was surreal. Then the huge screens said that they were shutting down at 1am. It was like a ton of bricks crashing in our parade. The look on Bruce's face as the music was turned down and the people started to make an exit was beyond disappointment. Months' of preparation and lost hours' had suddenly been put to a hault... damn them! Not even shedding an ounce of sweat, the event came to rude close but never the less...
The only thing that could be done is head back to the bungalow and by that time every bungalow in the area was filled with various people having their own house parties. Eager to get into our pool i changed and jumped in to everyones' surprise.
Soon after Chook came in and we were surrounded by others' whilst we continued to prune up and drank beer whilst everyone chit chatted. The house was filled with faces and despite R4 ending unexpectedly... i had an amazing time.
When dark turned into light and sky turned a beautiful blue. As the beer continued to be consumed and walking around aimlessly from one area to another to find warmth in the freezing bungalow with a semi wet T and bikini was definitely not a smart move but i couldn't be arsed to change as i was convinced that i was going back in the water. But once i showered it was all over red rover, i couldn't be arsed to get back in the pool even though it was scorching hot outside.
Miss Cal was hugging her pillow whilst she continued to proclaim that she was drinking to much [with a beer in hand... ahahhah]. We sipped our morning beer and the girls were by the pool lounging and getting several shades darker. I chose to sit inside away from direct sunlight and swapped my contacts for my specs. The thought of sticking the contacts back onto my eyeballs was not on my priority list.
By 2pm we checked out and moved over to another bungalow that we had booked. The other girls continued to tan and their boyfriends lounged in the pool whilst i lay on the bed trying desperately to get some shut eye which i failed miserably. The thought of my Annual Report was engraved in the back of my brain and i was eager to get back to KL. Then suddenly, i started missing Smooks. I hadn't seen him for 6 days and was feeling like i had abandoned him. I couldn't wait to see him.
3 hours later we reached Rainin' Cats and Dogs and to my delight Smooks was sleeping but soon arose when i called out to him. For some reason he looked different [could be the whole, where the fuck were you? Actually where the hell am i? look]. The lack of exercise and excess sleep had made him develop a bit of a pot belly [much like his owner... ehehhe... like two peas in a pod except one is covered in fur].
So Goatboi and Llama llama stuffed ourselves with our first decent meal at subway in silence.
Eventually i got my arse home to sort out the hooded kitty litter tray. And either i wasn't concentrating and had forgotten to latch the bottom but just as i picked up box and had layed out FRESH kitty litter... the bottom gave way and i had showered the floor with Catscan litter. WELL DONE CHRISSIE.
After clearing up my unnecessary mess and feeling extremely exhausted. I stood under the shower and couldn't be anymore happier i was home at last. I intended to sleep for only an hour or two but the next thing i knew it was close to 4am and Smooks was happily strolling on top of me doing his morning runway walk. Completely disorientated and feeling like i had been run over by a truck, my body is aching. My ribs feel like they've been punched and every part of my body hurts for some reason.
So feeling like i had ran a mile, i made it to the office [after a one week break] to find out that my stupid file doesn't open on the version of Quark in the office. Apparently the version i used on MattEbony is QuarkXpress Passport: a multiple language file and cannot be read at work. SO NOW... i have to redo THE WHOLE DAMN THING AGAIN! So my final words are:
Screw you Quark!
So anyway when it was inching towards noon i decided to pack for my short getaway. I packed at least half a dozen Ts and random items, knowing that the last Revelation i sweat buckets and smelling like stale sweat is definitely not a turn-on [for myself as well as for those in a radius of a few metres]. Perhaps it's a girl thing to pack like you're going away for a week when in reality you're just gone for 30 hours.
After making a pit stop at the supermarket to get four 6-packs and redbulls, a withdrawal of extra mullah and various chuppas, we started our journey.
Eventually we got to the bungalow to join Bruce and gang. We arrived and Soul-T, his brother in-law, supastar and poster boy were already there stuffin' themselves with room service. But by that time the first order of call was to chuck the beer in the fridge and freezer... By late afternoon my beer consumption began and eventually everyone had come back from their little excursion to Giant, where another set of speakers were bought and our 4 bedroom bungalow was filled with tunes and chit chatter.
The sun went down and preparations for the night began. A little cam whoring was done and YC's fringe was centre of attention as it sprang up each time you held it down. Much like those toys that sit on the dashboard and bop up and down when there's movement... ehehe.
By 10pm we reached the venue and much thanks to Zouk Brians' VIP passes, we managed to park at the VIP carpark near the venue. But due to the time, we ended up parking right at the end but definitely closer than most.
The next hour was spent bumping into random people and doing the hello's and greetings. Then rumor had it that they were shutting down at 1am because the authorities were concerned with the number of people showing up, there could be a riot. IT'S A FUCKING RAVE! There's meant to be 1000's of people there... what else were they expecting?
Soul-T and Bass Agents ended up playing side by side by midnight and the crowd was relatively pumped up and there was a relatively good vibe. My adventure to find more beer and having bumped into various ex colleagues and random others took longer than expected. I found myself constantly repeating, Where do i buy drink coupons?
Surrounded by friendly faces and a whirlwind of lights, it was surreal. Then the huge screens said that they were shutting down at 1am. It was like a ton of bricks crashing in our parade. The look on Bruce's face as the music was turned down and the people started to make an exit was beyond disappointment. Months' of preparation and lost hours' had suddenly been put to a hault... damn them! Not even shedding an ounce of sweat, the event came to rude close but never the less...
It was GOOD FUN full of multi coloured lights and liquid!
The only thing that could be done is head back to the bungalow and by that time every bungalow in the area was filled with various people having their own house parties. Eager to get into our pool i changed and jumped in to everyones' surprise.
Soon after Chook came in and we were surrounded by others' whilst we continued to prune up and drank beer whilst everyone chit chatted. The house was filled with faces and despite R4 ending unexpectedly... i had an amazing time.
When dark turned into light and sky turned a beautiful blue. As the beer continued to be consumed and walking around aimlessly from one area to another to find warmth in the freezing bungalow with a semi wet T and bikini was definitely not a smart move but i couldn't be arsed to change as i was convinced that i was going back in the water. But once i showered it was all over red rover, i couldn't be arsed to get back in the pool even though it was scorching hot outside.
Miss Cal was hugging her pillow whilst she continued to proclaim that she was drinking to much [with a beer in hand... ahahhah]. We sipped our morning beer and the girls were by the pool lounging and getting several shades darker. I chose to sit inside away from direct sunlight and swapped my contacts for my specs. The thought of sticking the contacts back onto my eyeballs was not on my priority list.
The night was full of drama, confusion and forgotten moments.
By 2pm we checked out and moved over to another bungalow that we had booked. The other girls continued to tan and their boyfriends lounged in the pool whilst i lay on the bed trying desperately to get some shut eye which i failed miserably. The thought of my Annual Report was engraved in the back of my brain and i was eager to get back to KL. Then suddenly, i started missing Smooks. I hadn't seen him for 6 days and was feeling like i had abandoned him. I couldn't wait to see him.
3 hours later we reached Rainin' Cats and Dogs and to my delight Smooks was sleeping but soon arose when i called out to him. For some reason he looked different [could be the whole, where the fuck were you? Actually where the hell am i? look]. The lack of exercise and excess sleep had made him develop a bit of a pot belly [much like his owner... ehehhe... like two peas in a pod except one is covered in fur].
So Goatboi and Llama llama stuffed ourselves with our first decent meal at subway in silence.
Eventually i got my arse home to sort out the hooded kitty litter tray. And either i wasn't concentrating and had forgotten to latch the bottom but just as i picked up box and had layed out FRESH kitty litter... the bottom gave way and i had showered the floor with Catscan litter. WELL DONE CHRISSIE.
After clearing up my unnecessary mess and feeling extremely exhausted. I stood under the shower and couldn't be anymore happier i was home at last. I intended to sleep for only an hour or two but the next thing i knew it was close to 4am and Smooks was happily strolling on top of me doing his morning runway walk. Completely disorientated and feeling like i had been run over by a truck, my body is aching. My ribs feel like they've been punched and every part of my body hurts for some reason.
So feeling like i had ran a mile, i made it to the office [after a one week break] to find out that my stupid file doesn't open on the version of Quark in the office. Apparently the version i used on MattEbony is QuarkXpress Passport: a multiple language file and cannot be read at work. SO NOW... i have to redo THE WHOLE DAMN THING AGAIN! So my final words are:
Screw you Quark!
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