5.10
Went to Ruai Kitai for happy hours yesterday after work. The plan: a short drink and go home by 9pm. Then, the evening creeped in together with more people. As the audience diversified, the conversations did the same. A look at the time, 8.25pm. No problem. One last jug. More conversations. A laugh here and there. Voices raised as the music somehow got louder. Another look at the time, 10.00pm. Oh, shit. Oh, well, two more jugs, please. Tigers served in two buckets. Tigers gulped. Conversation continued. Some friends left their stools to go home. The first yawn arrived. Time, please? 1.40am. Beers were flowing. A friend joined in the conversation. Took Marley off the songlist and Mr. Knopfler did his thing with his guitar. We did our own air guitar. Time? 3.10am. Will this end? Tigers put aside. Guinness came in. Three people left in conversation. More Guinness. Mixed with Tiger. Stared at the time, 5.10am. Time to go.
A statement: One thing that I don’t like to see when I leave the pub right before dawn is some elderly people doing their morning walk. Why, oh, why laaa…?
i left just after 12 and barely made it through the next day. i find my productivity at the office declining at an alarming rate each time i leave the pub early. do you share the same sentiment?
Kerja kuat, main pun kuat..[cheeky ain't it in BM]
Demented: I think there is something wrong with you. Please see a doctor.
Munster: You are one cheeky fellow.