Johnnie and the Day of Reckoning

Standing proudly on my dressing table, situated between my deodorant and cologne, is a bottle of Johnnie Walker's Black Label whisky.

No I'm not an alcoholic.

There's an interesting story behind how the bottle ended up on my table. It all started back in January. My brother was down in KL for a few days and had decided to check out Zouk's "Mambo Jambo" night. As luck may have it, that particular Wednesday was one of Membo Jambo's them parties, meaning it was bigger and better and located in the main room of Zouk instead of Velvet Underground.

As luck may have it again, that also turned out to be the same night JAWI decided to pay a visit to Zouk to nobly prevent the moral decay of Muslim youth. Blergh. Yes, it was THAT night.

Much to my brother's dismay, the policemen who took to the stage during the Village People's "Y.M.C.A." were not actually part of the show.

Being a non-muslim, my brother staggered out of Zouk mightily disaapointed but clutching his almost empty bottle with him.

As he realized how little there was left the next morning (1 1/2 pegs, 2 if you really stretch it), he duly left for Penang without his bottled companion. So it came to be that Mr. Johnnie Walker now sits on my dressing table. He has been sitting there, patiently, quietly, for the last 8 months.

Not being one to drink without rhyme or reason, I decided that Mr. Johnnie Walker shall not die in vain. I have been waiting to finish the elixer on the final day of my final exams marking the end of my tertiary studies - as the opening drink to a night of celebration. Symbolic, no?

That day is now only 3 days away. 3 more papers before Friday night arrives and the celebration begins. Each time I go to my dressing table now, I can almost hear Johnnie whispering "I'm mighty proud of ya son, you've finally made it", to which I reply "Looking forward to it, my good man. Looking forward to it...".

An idle mind is the devil's plaything, they say, and as studying is usually accompanied by quite a bit of idling, I put my creative skills to test. A camera phone can be quite useful at times like this, I tell you. I took some pics or Mr. Johnnie Walker.



Somehow this picture reminds of Sai Baba or some other famous holy dude who always seems to have a glow around his head in pictures. Johnnie looks so calm...so serene...almost.........spiritual.

Technically speaking Johnnie is a spirit, so I guess it makes sense ;-)



Electric blue vibes emanating from the core of (spirit)uality.



In this shot Johnnie looks like a valcano ready to erupt. Ready to spew out his fiery contents in a blaze of mayhem and destruction which will bring fertility and a new beginning to the surrounding land.

How apt.