national day

I woke up with some confusion in mind, why are we so happy last night ? What’s so special about the night ? I mean, what’s the big deal ? It’s just our national day - I’ve experienced that for the past 27 years. I’ve never seen a curfew before, nor I’ve experienced any Japanese soldier poking their bayonets at our pigs. And I don’t even have a pig. Why are we feeling so euphoric as if we’ve won a cold hard war ? Or was it the end of the Olympics that we celebrated for ? I don’t watch the Olympics either. I wondered why.

Ok, I started off last night with Charles and his Joy. I was with Emily. We’re suppose to meet with the BODs to party at a new club. But before that, 4 of us went for dinner and talked about good old days again. Downed a few bottles of large beer. Quite happy, but I still don’t have a clue why.

Then Ronnie messaged, told me that he can’t make it. His dad is sick or something. I suppose that he’s able to cure his dad by just not joining us to party. But usually, he’ll just lie on the couch watching some soccer match on TV and be a lazy fart. Maybe his dad likes him to be like that. I wished him a take care message, and went on with my night.

Luis came with Karen later. We chatted more about our good old days - and none of them pertaining the topic of being a patriot or displaying our flags dangerously on our vehicles. I guess we’re happy that night because of something else. Not about being independence at all. Hmmm… that’s kinda strange.

Well, we arrived at the club entrance about 10 minutes before 11pm. Met with Ayamas and Sue. Sue had a new hairstyle - which actually looked like Whitney Houston in her 20’s… cept of course, Sue is much much fairer than Whitney. But that wasn’t the reason why we’re so happy either.

We went into the club - which spins some good House music outside, but shitty pop mixes inside. Some sort of cheap marketing scam that makes us felt cheated. But then, it did not affect our happy mood at all … and I’m still clueless why. I usually would have boiled at that moment and ran amok stomping at every bouncer I can find, but I didn’t.

Already a bit inebriated from consuming beers during dinner, I began to pour glasses after glasses of whiskey into my throat. Same with the rest. I believe we did that because we’re very happy. There were a couple of blimp chicks that kept bouncing in close proximity that could make us york out our half digested dinner, but apparently that did not happen. Instead, some of our members dubbed her as “actively cute chubby girl”. Man, no shit, this is some kind of hint that we’re affected by something even more bigger than celebrating our independence.

PukeMachine, Ricky and Sam (Ricky’s soon to be wife) arrived much later on. Of course the gang looked even more happier upon their arrival. I even announced PukeMachine’s arrival out loud to the gang - which we almost gave him a standing ovation clap. Oh wait, we’re already standing at that time - coincidence perhaps.

We drank like thirsty camels - storing the sweet nectar called whiskey into our humps (which was actually at the front side … coz we weren’t real camels, if it’s not that obvious to you). The gang was getting so worked up with the artificial happiness booster (also known as alcohol) …that the girls started to talk about some inane stuffs to each other - like complaining about the boys, or talking about getting married. We’re getting happier by the minute.

The crest of the night happened when Karen got real inebriated and started to dance skankily around without worrying about herself looking absolutely goofy. I made a mistake by laughing out loud ridiculing her for being such a lame drinker - to which I paid by getting smacked back repeatedly by her. Damn, this is an overdose of happiness.

Everything went quite blur towards the end of the night. My lack of soberness affected my brain from registering much details about the night after that. But I manage to recall some stuff I’ve said last night, that turned the stone on why …. we’re all so happy last night.

“I know I’m gonna puke when I get home tonight. But no matter how difficult it is for me, I am glad that I have you guys as my friends… “. Everything seems to make sense to me after that. We’re happy not because we have a National Day to celebrate … a holiday to enjoy .. or money to party. We’re happy because we have a rendezvous after missing each other for so many months.

I went home last night and hugged the toilet porcelain bowl, put my head into it and flushed my stomach contents out.

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Here’s more interesting quotes from the BODs last night. (which I managed to spy out).

“Hell, I felt like barfing but I couldn’t. Maybe the barf mechanism inside my body has already malfunctioned.” - Emily
“The guys are useless.” - Emily
“No matter how useful a guy is, he’s still born from a woman’s womb” - Sam
“You’re so dumb for not organizing a banquet for your wedding.” - Sue to Emily
“The blimp chick is not active. She’s actually trying to burn her fat and enjoy partying at the same time.” - Michaelooi
“The night would have been much better if we come out without our girls. Look around us man.” - Luis
“I’m not drunk, ok ?” - Karen (while wobbling on her feet)