The Beginning of a Dream

I finally stepped into a club after a "if-I-recall-correctly" period of around 4 months. Rush was the name of the club, but once inside I don't really think the name matters. Had a pretty ok-ish day though, I had the chance to linger around the house and finally watched the first season of Scrubs, the hit drama cum sitcom that leave me feel all proper inside. It has made me laugh, smile, sad and think. It made me human. Strange to see how much power a simply television show can have on people or how much credit many people gives them. But I remain enchanted at some shows that reaches you, touch and make you remember what makes us humans in the first place. Our ability to think beyond the ordinary means and our ability to sue the makers of a show because it is 'offensive'.

A visit to my Granny's was a very bittersweet affair. In there I found a good pile of vinyls I thought they wouldn't have and also a player too, but I didn't took that because it's broken beyond repair. But the vinyls, *smiles*. Most of them are in a really, really, really bad state, covered in dust and stuck with dirt. I've found a few ways of cleaning them, but I'm currently not in the proper mood of cleaning about 30 vinyls. But I'm sad but what she has becomed. Old, weak and helpless at times. I'm sad that I can't take care of her, that I can't do anything more than to sit there and be with her for the few hours I have. As much as I wish to grow old and see what I will achieve, I simply don't want to be her. I'm not saying my granny is bad, I love my granny but being in a state of 'out-of-control' is something I don't want to live through. I will do an euthenesia if I ever felt I've reach that state. I don't care if I have 10 grandchilds who want to listen to my bed time stories, they can go read it themselves. But I do worry about my wife though, I do hope she will go before me thus sparing her the need to suffer through useless sons, bad daugthers and death husband(s).

Back to the night, it was blooooody packed. I went in there and saw few of my friends which was nice. Not being able to dance was not though. 'B' called and I called back, firstly inside a store room much to the shock of a lady cleaner who was sleeping there. I was shocked too, as I fully expected some 'action' in there. Maybe it was still early, I don't know. After about 30 mins I was asked to go out by a bouncer there and I decided to continue the conversation instead in the toilet. Locked myself in one of the cubicles (what do we call those anyway) and talked again while trying to hold a tissue over my nose to prevent me from smelling, a blindfold would be perfect but beggars can't be choosers. After being in there for what seemed to be eternity, we finally hang up. For a moment I know what it meant by stucked in the middle, as going out to be crushed like tuna and torture myself to death by sniffing the toilet was a decision I would never though I needed to make. It was like a blessing in disguise as 'B' called again, it gave me the oppurtunity to run out from that rat hole and into the opposite road, taking alongside a line of drunks, rejects, smokers and car admirers that salivates every 10 seconds at a sport car that just have to park at the jockeys to reflect their status. I'm not who to admire, the driver who can pay the money or the jockey who wisely collect money for something I'm sure Mr. This-baby-can-go-200mph.

To do a long whine short, I arrive at the club at about 11, start talking at the phone at about 1 and I remained outside of the club till about 4. Worth the entrance fee I paid? Kinda, yes. Hey, I went home with a smile and drunk, something I haven't tasted in quite sometime.Met 'B' the next day and a supposedly simple "drive-me-back" mission turned into a meal at Genki Sushi and a drink at Starbucks. I learnt alot about myself today, like I do have a bad past and I look like an ugly chinese superstar (Hins Chueng) and I didn't be the usual dick I usually am.


Yes, this is that ugly dude

And I have gotten all my subjects for my next semester done proper and neat. Tomorrow hopefully I can just go, register and get the hell out of there :) . Well, I'm now simply going to lie back on my bed and dream that tomorrow, I'm a senior to some new students. God help us all, I have a new beginning :)