Close encounters of the dancefloor kind

Everyone looks forward to the weekends, and I am no different.

Because weekends mean clubbing!! Party farty arty baby!!

The crux of clubbing/partying has always been the same through the ages. The old adage best explains the 3 primary ingredients of a night of debauchery - "Wine, Women and Song"

Personally I prefer "Vodka, Chicks and R&B".

With my newly obtained "Working Man" status, I am now able to go clubbing with a zest and verve so strong that I sometimes feel like I'm floating on the dancefloor.

Actually, that could be the alcohol - but anyways....

Me and my "crew" - yes I have a "crew" - have been frequenting this Punjabi club called "Sharara". The reasons we hit this joint are as follows:

- One of my "crew" can only find his partying nirvana on bhangra music
- The manager treats us very well
- My cousin is one of the deejays there
- Punjabi wimmin
- 250 a bottle!

You can put them in your own order of importance. I just can't do it. It's too tough.

Anyways last nite, we hit the place at around midnite. Alerting the manager to our imminent arrival beforehand, we were promptly given a table next to the dancefloor and DJ console, on a raised platform where we can chill on sofas. Walking through the somewhat packed crowd straight to our table in full view of everyone was the closest I've felt to royalty.

Now let me tell you a story about a girl I met during a wedding function a few months back. Well actually I tried to meet her lah, without much success. I was lucky she even said "Hello" to me. I tried to dance with her upon being introduced by a mutual friend, but no interest was shown despite my exhuberant attempts to impress her with my dancing skillz. Score : Rejection 1 - Me 0.

A couple of weeks ago I once again met her at a function at a relatives place. Well actually once again I tried to meet her but to no avail. I made eye contact, smiled and waited for a response...

Score : Rejection 2 - Me 0

At this point I'm thinkin "Screw it man. Don't waste your time. It's her loss anyways, not yours".

No really, it IS her loss. I am that much of a man to be able admit that without shame.

So anyways, back to last nite. There I was chilling on our (VIP) table by the dancefloor. I had my eye on this girl in a red dress. Couldn't really get a good look at her though as it was dark. So I made do with watching her shake her booty on the floor.

Suddenly, she makes eye contact with me, so naturally I smile back. THEN, she calls me over...

At this point I nearly spilled half my glass at the shock of the situation. I was on unfamiliar territory.

So I go over to her...

Woman In Red (WIR) : Youre (xxxx)'s nephew right?
Me: Err, yes. *clears throat* Yes I am. Do I know you from somewhere?
WIR: You're XXXXX right? You were at the function in Setapak a couple of weeks ago. I saw you there...
Me: Yeah I was..oh ok. Now I recognise you! Sorry la, bad lighting and all you see (cue nervous laugh)

Honestly people, I really didn't recognise her. It WAS dark okay!!! And from what little I knew, apparently she was a good, innocent girl type so she was one of the last people I'd expected to see on the dancefloor of a club.

Me: By the way, I'm so sorry, but I can't remember your name.
WIR: *Look of shock* Huh?! You can't remember my name?
Me: Yes. I'm so sorry...what is it again?
WIR: I'm XXXXX
Me: Oh, ya ya. That's right, now I remember...

What do you expect la woman? I got introduced to you once where you subsequently proceeded to buat tak tau to me. You want me to remember your name after that? Strange though that she seems to remember me pretty well. Hmmmmmm.....

It's amazing what a good table and a couple of bottles, and a bit of clout where we APPEAR to be people with some status can do eh? I emphasize onthe word appear because the truth is none of my "crew" are big shots. We're just regular people who happen to be regular customers and know the manager well besides being related to the DJ.

Maybe it wasn't that...it could have been my dashing good looks, charming demeanour and razor sharp sense of style.

But if that were true, I'll be expecting to wake up tomorrow to the sight of pigs in Armani suits and Ferragamo shoes flying over the sky whilst dropping wads of money all over the place.

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ElDiabloCorneo is back!! A lot has happened in the 3 months or so since I last blogged. Just tarak mood lah guys. After Deepavali I went through a slightly depressed phase due to some reasons which you guys will never find out. Today though, I'm at a point in my life where I feel as happy as I ever have for a damn long time! Everyday when I wake up, I can hear "Flashdance, What A Feeling" playing in my head. The sun is like a giant shiny disco ball, the birds sing as though Mozart himself will shoot them if they miss a note and I break out into delirious near-orgasmic delight at the thought that I can finally afford my own alcohol!

Well, actually I just snooze my alarm for half an hour and curse the world for having to be in the office at by 8 fucking a.m. everyday.

Fact is, I've been waiting for this all my life. I'm finally at the point when I am my own person, I have my own freedom, I don't have to ask for permission or answer to people for anything I do. It just feels so bloody damn good to be working. Screw all of you who say "Oh, trust me, you'll be missing college life once you start working". You have obviously never set foot into the morgue of a college called APIIT - where 75% of the student population are guys and 75% of the girls are nerds. GOOD RIDDANCE!!! Where you have to wear slacks and shirts every fucking day. Where you have to travel halfway around the world to reach the bloody campus. In fact I think they just discovered an indigeneous canniballistic tribe living behind the campus.

Since Deepavali, I've been slacking and looking for jobs. I applied to so many places but never received a single reply. Then I got offered a part-time job at Air Asia which seemed a good deal. At least I could earn some money while hunting for a full-time job.

On my 4th day of work, I got called for an interview.

On the morning of my 5th day of work, I went for the interview.

During lunch break on my 5th day of work, I got offered the job.

In the evening of my 5th day of work, Intel calls me for an on the spot phone interview. INTEL!!

Tuesday the following week, I started work at my new workplace.

The following Saturday, I find myself back in Penang being interviewed at Intel.

I hope to be getting a final call from them sometime next week.

So you see people, the moral of the story is never give up. Even if you're sick of slacking, don't worry - slack some more. When things finally start going for you, it will go all out la!

Actually, assuming the Intel opportunity does go well and eventually turns into an offer, it will put me in a very difficult situation. On one side, I'm very very the happy in KL right now. Life is sweeter than a mamak Milo ais. I like my workplace (we have our own gym!), colleagues are cool, I love the place where I live, I have great friends whom I can have massive fun with during weekends, and there are actually Punjabi girls here! There's even one living right across my apartment unit. I don't want to go back to Penang. Penang is dead!!!! I'll be doomed to an arranged marriage if I end up in Penang!!!

But on the other hand, how can you say "TAK NAK" to a company like Intel.

So therein lies my potential "rock and a hard place" situation.

It's all in God's hands now. *Looks up to the sky/ceiling* Dude, you gotta choose for me. Good job vs involuntary celibacy.

Please choose wisely.