Something Out Of Nothing
The recent days have been stale and still, non-dynamic, static whatever that discribes the lack of motion and excitement. but i shouldnt tell you how boring my days are, that would put me in the "cliche blogs" section.
par example
"OMGZORR SO BORINGZOR NOTHING TO DOZOOR KTHXBYEE"
but when something interesting DOES happen, i forgot to jot it down and later at that night blog it up to share it with you guys (thats IF you are still reading this, or even have been at all)
so, i had a couple of barbies, a trip to the cinema or two, clubs in and out...right, CLUBS now that ive got something to comment on.
the 1st time ive clubed in Melbourne, i completely enjoyed myself. the music was good, the DJs were engaging, the clubs HAVA dancefloors and the crowd dances. almost all the time. there are good shufflers (not to imply that i am one myself) to good trance. booze and admittance is cheap and simple.
but here, back in malaysia. i have no idea which "genius" <--(please enlarge " to a size 45) came up with the "brilliant idea" <--(precedent set) of having tables scattered around the dance floor. where people can put their ashtrays and ciggarrettes and co-oerced-into-buying-bottles of whiskey (yo cant get in the club if you dont buy one btw, fuckedup system imo).
generally speaking, so the music was dead-ish and the DJ makes no attempts to ressucitate the crowd, all he did was give the "blow your given whistles" command. and like a horde of mind enslaved zombies, the crowd blew into their standard issued whistles. so, being a Roy that i am, i wrote a note, and slid it into the DJs console panel. it read "its almost 12am, start a dance floor here right infront of the console", the DJ killed the music and said "someone a, did a request here, to ask me to, start-a-dance-floor...eh look around you, the floor you are standing on IS a dance floor".
to be frank, i am rather pissed, not because my request has been turned down but by the fact that he is completly ignorant about the tables all around the place. who wants to see your best-same-sexed-friend dance right infront of you across your table bearing your booze? i mean...whatthefuck?
there goes the crowd, thinking what the DJ said was witty, danced abit more, moved abit more but died back into the previous inanimated state 15 seconds ago. yeah well done DJ. no matter how loud you play the music, the people are dead. even butter melts faster than these guys can dance. then theres the stage, where LADIES can step up and bust their sexy moves. i looked at them, and i said to myself "hey, thats a nice figure well kept" but when the lights flashed across their face, i quickly learnt that, that isnt a place where i should be focusing my attention to (call me shallow but im not gonna attempt to communicate vocally with them when theres music right about 700decibles blowing the house down without a sense.
those "ladies" when trance kicked in, they have no idea what to do, stopped. and fanned them selves with thier slender-aneroxic fingers. some even popped up their celphones and texted someone not even in the club. yet, all happening on stage where the eager, desperate blokes looked up on them full with anticipation.
im not gonna lie, i hated that place and the way the crowd AND the DJ reacts to the whole thing. its like, they think clubbing is all about fun and cool, but i have to say they fail at both criterias.
but the really funny and awesome thing is, I ACTUALLY HAD A GREAT TIME! with people like Jason, Juxing, Soo Imm, Winston and a couple others i cant rememebr your names in the spur of the moment (sorry if you are reading this ^^") we could turn a shithole into a fun house. Winston was my pal that night, dancing like a true clubber would dance. i say "jump" and he asks "how high?"
i later went to other clubs which id rather not say the name, defamatory laws are vast and ambiguious. id rather not mess around until i got my law degree.
WHICH reminds me of another not so ancient anecdote.
Melbourne Uni turned down all 3 of my prefferences. so did Deakin, i didnt even have the guts to try Monash Uni with a law application..
the guys over at AusEd told me Tasmania Uni could offer me a place...so i did. what harm can be done neway?
and i got a place in Tasmania..somehow i expected that, but waht caught me completely off guard was- i also....recieved a shcolarship...
...
...
...
...
...
...
... whatthefuck
yep, scholarship for the n00b.
so i guess, its caloo the kangaroo, woahlah the koala sheebiill the devil
see you in Tasmania
par example
"OMGZORR SO BORINGZOR NOTHING TO DOZOOR KTHXBYEE"
but when something interesting DOES happen, i forgot to jot it down and later at that night blog it up to share it with you guys (thats IF you are still reading this, or even have been at all)
so, i had a couple of barbies, a trip to the cinema or two, clubs in and out...right, CLUBS now that ive got something to comment on.
the 1st time ive clubed in Melbourne, i completely enjoyed myself. the music was good, the DJs were engaging, the clubs HAVA dancefloors and the crowd dances. almost all the time. there are good shufflers (not to imply that i am one myself) to good trance. booze and admittance is cheap and simple.
but here, back in malaysia. i have no idea which "genius" <--(please enlarge " to a size 45) came up with the "brilliant idea" <--(precedent set) of having tables scattered around the dance floor. where people can put their ashtrays and ciggarrettes and co-oerced-into-buying-bottles of whiskey (yo cant get in the club if you dont buy one btw, fuckedup system imo).
generally speaking, so the music was dead-ish and the DJ makes no attempts to ressucitate the crowd, all he did was give the "blow your given whistles" command. and like a horde of mind enslaved zombies, the crowd blew into their standard issued whistles. so, being a Roy that i am, i wrote a note, and slid it into the DJs console panel. it read "its almost 12am, start a dance floor here right infront of the console", the DJ killed the music and said "someone a, did a request here, to ask me to, start-a-dance-floor...eh look around you, the floor you are standing on IS a dance floor".
to be frank, i am rather pissed, not because my request has been turned down but by the fact that he is completly ignorant about the tables all around the place. who wants to see your best-same-sexed-friend dance right infront of you across your table bearing your booze? i mean...whatthefuck?
there goes the crowd, thinking what the DJ said was witty, danced abit more, moved abit more but died back into the previous inanimated state 15 seconds ago. yeah well done DJ. no matter how loud you play the music, the people are dead. even butter melts faster than these guys can dance. then theres the stage, where LADIES can step up and bust their sexy moves. i looked at them, and i said to myself "hey, thats a nice figure well kept" but when the lights flashed across their face, i quickly learnt that, that isnt a place where i should be focusing my attention to (call me shallow but im not gonna attempt to communicate vocally with them when theres music right about 700decibles blowing the house down without a sense.
those "ladies" when trance kicked in, they have no idea what to do, stopped. and fanned them selves with thier slender-aneroxic fingers. some even popped up their celphones and texted someone not even in the club. yet, all happening on stage where the eager, desperate blokes looked up on them full with anticipation.
im not gonna lie, i hated that place and the way the crowd AND the DJ reacts to the whole thing. its like, they think clubbing is all about fun and cool, but i have to say they fail at both criterias.
but the really funny and awesome thing is, I ACTUALLY HAD A GREAT TIME! with people like Jason, Juxing, Soo Imm, Winston and a couple others i cant rememebr your names in the spur of the moment (sorry if you are reading this ^^") we could turn a shithole into a fun house. Winston was my pal that night, dancing like a true clubber would dance. i say "jump" and he asks "how high?"
i later went to other clubs which id rather not say the name, defamatory laws are vast and ambiguious. id rather not mess around until i got my law degree.
WHICH reminds me of another not so ancient anecdote.
Melbourne Uni turned down all 3 of my prefferences. so did Deakin, i didnt even have the guts to try Monash Uni with a law application..
the guys over at AusEd told me Tasmania Uni could offer me a place...so i did. what harm can be done neway?
and i got a place in Tasmania..somehow i expected that, but waht caught me completely off guard was- i also....recieved a shcolarship...
...
...
...
...
...
...
... whatthefuck
yep, scholarship for the n00b.
so i guess, its caloo the kangaroo, woahlah the koala sheebiill the devil
see you in Tasmania
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