{"id":791,"date":"2007-01-13T03:58:39","date_gmt":"2007-01-13T03:58:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/glaringnotebook.com\/?p=791"},"modified":"2015-08-09T08:57:30","modified_gmt":"2015-08-09T08:57:30","slug":"fireworks-and-then-fireworks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/glaringnotebook.com\/?p=791","title":{"rendered":"Fireworks, And Then Fireworks"},"content":{"rendered":"

What did I do on December 31st, 2006?<\/p>\n

I went to two parties.<\/p>\n


\nOne had a view which spanned three<\/b> fireworks launches, like this one in front of the National Museum.<\/p>\n


\n(Okay, so the same spot was the best; KLCC was too smoky and the other one was quite beyond and not as frequent.)<\/p>\n


\nTilted sideways. Nothing fancy here because I only brought my little Canon Powershot A520, and it’s not as steady as shooting fireworks with the camera pointed upwards<\/a>. \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n

At the second party, already January 1st, 2007, the party had died down, and I sat down on a couch. This chick next to me asked me to sign the guestbook.<\/p>\n


\nShe didn’t quite recognize it. “Is it a robot?<\/i>”<\/p>\n

I don’t have to be cool (or uncool) to know it’s definitely not organic.<\/p>\n

This Iranian dude came up to her, sat next to her, and continued a previous conversation.<\/p>\n

“So you’re a lawyer? I saw you and thought you were a writer! Somebody in the creative line. You know, you have really nice hands. Hands of a writer.<\/i>”<\/p>\n

He then examines her hands gently.<\/p>\n

“You know, creative people have longer, slender fingers.<\/i>”<\/p>\n

I looked over, and her fingers were much shorter than her palm! Not only that, she was sitting somewhat rigidly, fitting her lawyer occupation. Pickup line fail brader<\/i>.<\/p>\n

He left to get a drink, and she turned to me and asked if I was alright. “You were so still, I thought your friend was drawing your sketch!<\/i>” (My friend was facing me, scribbling in the guestbook.)<\/p>\n

“No, I was just staring into space.<\/i>”<\/p>\n

“…okay, actually, I was eavesdropping. Heh. It’s always amusing to hear a guy pick up a girl. Did it work?<\/i>”<\/p>\n

“No… but he was interesting.<\/i>”<\/p>\n

He returned with more lines. “You know, I like that look of yours. It’s like slightly annoyed. I think you’d look very sexy when you’re angry. If I saw you in a bar, you know, I’d just go up to you, kiss you, and then talk.<\/i>”<\/p>\n

They then talked about politics, and travelling in the Middle East. I dozed off.<\/p>\n

I’m not sure if he leaned over to kiss her, as turning would blow my cover.<\/p>\n

She then left, as her transport was leaving.<\/p>\n

Chapter Two<\/b><\/p>\n

The Iranian dude then chats up my friend. At this point I wasn’t in earshot and didn’t bother, but the friend I came with and I gossipped about it. I quickly gave her the 411 on his attempt on the lawyer, to see if he’d repeat the same things.<\/p>\n

Soon, his hand reached over her back.<\/p>\n

We went across the hall to sit elsewhere, out of earshot but still able to see them.<\/p>\n

“Are they kissing, Albert?<\/i>”
\n“No, you can see his head is at that angle… and she’s nodding.<\/i>”
\n“Are they kissing now, Albert?<\/i>”
\n“No, not yet… I can still hear him talking somewhat.<\/i>”<\/p>\n

“OOO! Now they’re kissing! See her head’s like tilted. Oh now they’re talking. Okay now they’re kissing.<\/i>”<\/p>\n

He then examined her hands. Aha! He did use that trick after all.<\/p>\n

We then left the hall to leave them to have fun.<\/p>\n


\nI found this rather disturbing view from a room window.<\/p>\n

Morning came, and they were cuddled up on the couch, all lovey-dovey and holding hands. “Let’s go for breakfast!<\/i>”<\/p>\n

As we sat in a mamak in daylight, it was then that we saw the Iranian dude in his full uh… glory. Unibrow, bushy chest, big nose, and ugly, cavity-full yellowed teeth! He looked alright in the dark, cool and suave even, but in daylight we got quite a shock.<\/p>\n

Me and my two female friends all looked at each other, sharing the same expression. This was something we could make fun of her for years!<\/p>\n

I never quite believed in beer goggles until this experience.<\/p>\n

She was, however, still putting her hand on his lap.<\/p>\n

In the middle of a conversation, he pulled out a green wine bottle from under the table and drank it. That was a most comical moment indeed.<\/p>\n

“So I’ll send you back to your apartment?<\/i>” my friend asked.<\/p>\n

“Nah it’s cool, I’ll take a cab back.<\/i>” he said.<\/p>\n

We got in the car.<\/p>\n

“AIYEE! OH MY GOD! I can’t believe I made out with that guy!<\/i>”
\n“Yeah, but you were all so lovey-dovey right?<\/i>”
\n“Yeah, he so<\/b> thinks I’m gonna call. He gave me his number but I didn’t give him mine.<\/i>”
\n“Wow, that’s smart.<\/i>”
\n“Yeah, lucky I did that. You know, in the morning lying beside him, I realized that hey, I didn’t even know his name!<\/i>”<\/p>\n

I’m glad for her and that little plot twist. \ud83d\ude00<\/p>\n


\nAs I walked home after it all, my road was sprinkled beautifully. Welcome 2007! (I’m not that lagged; I bumped into a lot of people at Laundry Bar on the 11th of January but everybody wished me Happy New Year anyway.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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