Young and Dangerous

This is how Chinese Triads shows should be. Real. Bloody. And no limitation of what one person can do to another.

Similarly, last night, it was the birthday of a fellow mud friend. And Stiff told me early on Saturday morning that I need to show face. That probably led to me needing to strengthen myself up. 12 pax. China Bluez. Not going to be very nice.

Not funny. Not funny at all.

The gang gathered at China Bluez way too early. Too early to start the night. Because knowing mud friends, they go on till 4 am and then followed by fish-head curry for breakfast.

Just thinking of it to blog this makes me feel so mentally exhausted.

Out of 12 pax, only 3 which are girls. I held my grounds. And I fended my glass. No one came around me anymore.

These Young and Bengerous boys... need to grow up.


We left early, because if it's a game of dare, they know where they'd be. Yes, early meaning at 2 am. Stiff and I were still sober. Only 10 bottles between 12 pax over 3 hours. We held steady conversations. In fact, I even showered, blow dry my hair and finished Bridget Jones : The Edge of Reason. And then went to bed.

See, I'm all squeaky and shiney today. No cause for alarm. Everything is good. I'm manning the booth. All is smooth.