Monday, September 3, 2007
So instead of our favourite, homegrown writer, Malini, i shall attempt to take that hotseat today to provide you with the details of the weekend AND some umm.. humour.Since i am nervous, let us start off with a joke. They always say its better. (Who they is though i've not figured out yet).
Joke 1:
Chicken and the Egg
A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face. The egg, looking a bit ticked off, grabs the sheet, rolls over and says ... Well, I guess we finally answered "THAT question!"
If you didn't get that.. my failed attempt then. *snigger* Anyhow, the weekend was nice. Mal, finally back and a lil' free-er having finished her dance performances here and in Penang and in KL had the entire weekend to do what she used to do best. Have fun with her close friends! Ah drink. Dance. Laugh. Cry. Whatever but hell, a weekend OUT! Wouldn't you know however, even clubbing and having fun with friends takes up quite a bit of energy and by the time 1 am came at DXO, in the midst of celebrating Rathi's birthday, she had already sat next to me, eyes reddish, face flushed from dancing with Nisha like a crazyperson and said, "i'm tired". It was fun while it lasted that night though. Rathi turned 20 and can she and her best friend Shikin partaayy or whaat. Haha among the Chivas, laughter, music and dancing, i'd say it was a nice birthday celebration after all!
Saturday was a full day out! Mal got me to follow her to her salon at Wheelock where she thought i might get something done with my hair. How manly i say. Anyhow, when i got there, her stylist and i decided i was gonna let my hair grow somemore before doin anything to it. So Mal took the chair and i headed out to explore Orchard for the next 3 hrs, relieved that nothing was gonna happen to my hair! Everyone was in town! Steph, Simran, Triston, Reena, Lynn, Shoba *as usual 2 hrs later* and a bunch of other people whose names i can never remember and lets hope they dont read this post :) Steph, Simran and i Walked around FEP for a bit and i introduced Triston to Frankenstein who guards Cheeks. Or Lips...? I can never keep track. Anyhow, as Triston was trying to grab a belt from behind me, i watched as Steph and Simran asked about suspenders. I can't remember why though. Oh well. Triston likes shiny objects and metal, for some reason, is delicious. Steph, Sim and TJ left and Sho joined me and forced me to shop with her for a bit. But not before i dragged her ass to an electronics shop to get her hp checked out. And wouldn't you know it.. Shoba's hp batt had been SO overcharged that it looked pregnant when the nice lady took it outta the phone and exclaimed "hahaha your battely plegnant ah!!". I turned to Sho and gave her this look that basically said "uh huh. Why did i expect something like this... and how'd i know you wouldn't have known anything was wrong.. GROWL".
At night, it was a combination of 2 birthday parties. I picked Mal up and as usual, as she strode toward the cab in her party attire, she simply took my breath away... We picked Shoba up next and we were on our way! First, we headed to Attica to celebrate Carrie's b day party. No really. You're not allowed to smoke in that club but the way they blow smoke outta the ceiling and into everyone's faces, why the heck can't we smoke in there then? It's the same difference. Yeah yeah i know it's 'healthy' smoke or whatever but shadap n lemme whine a 'lil won't ya? Anyways, Carrie had gotten the VIP place right next to the dance floor and a few bottles of Vodka and so on. As i watched on among the dancing, photo taking and the traumatising of a few of us guys with Jen giving lapdances to some of the girls, i spotted a couple of bigass bottles next to us. 1.5 litres worth of vodka and champagne. Whoa. Sho grabbed one. Mal grabbed another and i looked quite pathetic with my normal, minute glass next to their bottles as we took a photo. Headed to Mos, then, Chillies after that and though i was quite out of it (i get tired a lot easier these days too!), we danced on till the end of the night, or morning light, whichever you'll have. It really does wonders to complete a loong clubbing night off by dancing with someone special whom you absolutely adore.
Sunday was a nice day out. Ham, Cheryl, Mal and i caught 1408 and people; if you want a badass thriller, especially if you haven't watched one in a while, this is it for you. It was fantastic! It'll leave your hair standing and with something to think about at the end of it all. We headed to Newton wanting to have dinner there but it was closed for some reason so we went to Clarke Quay instead and grabbed some really good pizzas. Headed home after and to wrap up, helluva nice weekend i'd say. A mixture of friends, music, dancing, drinks, chillin out and we even caught a movie. Yeeepp, nice weekend indeed.
I have never ending thoughts that cross my mind. The purposes to which, when i figure out, i shall promptly be sure to inform you. Until then, here's one that came up over the weekend that i'll share with you. If i know nothing and therefore, everything from then on is something novel, or something valuable, and if wisdom is considered to be not knowing anything because it is only then that you learn, then why is the term wisdom given to men who're known to know much and not to the fools that are known to know nothing?
Here's a second joke i enjoyed that i just HAD to share! :o)
Joke 2:
Chicken and the Horse
Once upon a time there was a horse and a chicken who were good friends. They lived on a farmyard with lots of other animals and were very happy. One day, while they were playing near the farm's pond, the horse stepped into a hole of quicksand. The horse rapidly sank and was yelling for his friend, the chicken, to save him. The chicken thought for a minute, then ran back to the farmhouse, and jumped into the farmer's 735csi BMW. Luckily, the keys were in the ignition, and the chicken managed to start the car, and put it in gear. It raced over to the sinkhole, where the horse had almost disappeared by now. The smart chicken tied a rope around the back of the BMW and threw the other end around the front legs of the horse. The chicken hopped back in the driver's seat and stepped on the gas. Ever so slowly, the horse eased out of the quicksand and jumped to safety. The horse, still on shaky legs, stuttered: "You just saved my life. Thank you!" The chicken just said, "Don't mention it - That's what friends are for!!" They returned the BMW and went out to dinner together in the barn yard.
A few days later, the horse got up from a good night's rest, and heard some muffled cries for help coming from the backyard. The horse followed the sounds and came upon a terrible scene. There was his best friend, the chicken, stuck in a hole of quicksand! The sand was already up to its neck-feathers and the cries for help had almost stopped. The horse took a quick look around: No rope in sight And the farmer had gone to town with his BMW. What to do? The horse took a deep breath and spread his body and legs out over the hole. His member was dangling down right above the poor chicken. "Here, my friend, grab my thingie and I will pull you to safety!". With its last bit of energy, the chicken grabbed a hold of the big horse-thingie and the horse straightened its body, pulling the chicken from its trap. With one big step, both were on solid ground and safe. The chicken slumped down on the ground, exhausted: "Now You saved my life, my friend!!" The horse just smiled.
And what is the moral of this story?
If you're hung like a horse, you don't need a BMW to pick up chicks.
Its a Monday.
Have a good one!
An entry by Shawn.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of..
