Rendezvous
13 June 06 : 06.17 PM
Thursday at Thumper: I was with the two girls I used to hang out with so much last year, but don't seem to anymore. We're all busy, all in different places of our lives right now, have different friends. After dancingdancingdancing, we sat on a sofa, close, to take pictures, when this guy at the table next to us said to me, "You girls look really comfortable." We were.
I met this beautiful Mongolian girl in a black dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her pale skin. She was both ethnic and contemporary at the same time. That's what's missing in girls here; we try so hard to be westernized and we lose sense of our unique identity of being Asian. Our blood is diluted, dilated veins for other cultures. She told me Mongolia is a beautiful country and she misses it. I wonder if I'd ever say that about this place?
After that, I went for supper with Sern, Raymond and Jack at Newton Hawker, where we chanced upon Desmond. It's funny, how someone can be so close to you for 3 years, and disappear just like that for another 3 years. All the 4 hour long conversations on the phone, hanging out at his place or mine with Chris playing cards, laughing with Nicolette, Royce... He makes me laugh the most with his deadpan humor and sarcasm. He's been closer to Andii lately, and I keep thinking about how he'll say I've changed and so. It was just that Thursday evening that he spoke to me again, like a real conversation, not a hi-bye thing like those other times we saw each other. I was reminded again why we were good friends before.
So I went up to him and said hi. Sern came along too but Desmond was a little cold to him, I couldn't understand. But I suppose everyone hates rejection, and those with a lower threshold for that tend to reject others first. I do a fair share of that too, I could empathise, but I wished they stayed friends.
Again, I met the guys for supper on Friday. Brought Ann along to buy her Macdonalds and drove her back first before we settled at this Indian prata place, where we chanced upon, erm, he that shall be known as URK, which un-innovatively stands for Useless Rich Kid. URK can be loosely used to describe anyone who has rich parents and don't (or can't) do anything much but excessively spend his or her parents' money. I think they remind us what is fundamentally wrong with a laissez-faire society. IRK, oops, I mean, URK came over, displaying his gucci belt (You can't miss it. His crop-top ends right where the belt is. It was shouting and MSN-nudging you "Look at me!"). He shook their hands, and I took a sip of Raymond's drink to keep my shakable hand un-free. He said, "Vicki..." and extended his hand towards mine. Why? Won't a friendly wave or just a nod towards my direction suffice? I put the drink down and shook his hand, and, in Sern's words, looked disgusted (I swear, it must be the drink that made me grimace).
Raymond mockingly asked, "How much did that belt cost you?", to which URK proudly gestured, 4. The belt screams "rich and wants everyone this side of the galaxy to know". It's one of those stuff designed for those who wants to show off-- I mean, I'm doubting Gucci actually employs top designers to do repetitive patterns unless I'm wrong in my belief and repetitive designs require a great amount of creativity and no less than 6 years in fashion school. Granted that branded designer wear can look better than mass-produced TopShop-Forever21-Gap chainstore wear, but when it's too in-your-face, you're not telling others you're rich, you're saying I want you to know I'm rich.
So Raymond makes fun of him, "$40?", and Jack teased, "No, he said $4." Of course URK had to tell them, no, it's 400, what did you think I am? A cheap bastard? Raymond disappointed me when he said, "that's expensive" to him. Firstly, that's speaking the obvious, of course it's expensive, it's unmitigated, shameless flaunting designer goods meant to tell you it's expensive. Secondly, you can't say "that's expensive" to an URK, you just cannot do that. They want you to do that. URK belted out his (pardon the pun) "It's not the worst" line (which also loosely translates to, what, you think I'm only that rich? $400 is nothing, you piece of rotting cabbage). Who didn't see that coming?
What are they proud of, really? They need a bit more self-respect.
Saturday came. Sern and I dined at this Japanese restaurant and had chocolate fondue at a chocolate cafe after, which I thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed (both the food and Sern's company). We started meeting anothers too, so by the end of the night, we were with Raymond, Jack & Ming Zhu, Jermaine & his girlfriend, Michael & his girlfriend. We couldn't agree on where to go; so we settled on something Michael liked (some shoddy pub with a billiard table). I hate that place with a passion you won't believe it. Oh, by the way, the place is called Club Instinct.
I suppose you can't go anymore instinctive than that name.