The Night That Rocked... or day
April 12, 2006. A Tuesday. I had so many plans that night. And they didn't stay as plans. Oh yeah..
And this was my day:
The first thing I thought of in the morning was the things I was out to do for the end of the day. I was pretty sure that the "end of the day" for me was the following morning, Wednesday and so I realized that I was in for a treat. I went out and headed to my condo unit at around 1:30 pm. And I started getting into party mode at around that time.
1400 hours.First I got a much needed haircut. My hair's high maintenance and of course I can't just let it go awry at the best night of my entire life. With that done, I went out to eat a hearty meal. Something's wrong with my tummy by the way. Chronic ulcer? I hope not. I don't eat on time simply because on my side of the world, things like such is not possible. 1600 hours. Then I returned back home to sleep so I'll be able to "function" well when party time comes specially with tha fact that for 3 straight days, I forgot how heavenly it feels to sleep for a full 8 hours. After 10 glorious minutes of lying down on my bed, my mom called up and asked me if I wanted to mall a little. How could I say no to such a delectable offer? So out the door I went. 1700 hours. Went to Rustan's to buy a pair of beach flips--slippers, I mean. Havaianas I thought. But I just couldn't forgive the jologs people who wear imitations of it and so i decided to buy a pair of Billabong flips. I wanted to think I was safe. I took about an hour deciding on that and my friend that I was supposed to meet half an hour ago was pretty much getting bummed and talking languages on the phone that i never heard of and so i sped off and gave up the chances of buying board shorts. 1900 hours. I met up with my friend and she got me the custom shirts we paid for. Wasn't top quality but hey. We wanted to show our love for Kaskade so what the hell.
I accepted the fact that I won't be able to sleep for four straight days when we got both worked up in the excitement and started to talk about what the party'll be like. I never felt so innocent before. 2200 hours. After about 2 hours of getting our get ups on, we were out to party! Headed down to Iceberg's Harbour Square to dine a little. I couldn't eat. Too much excitement. So i decided to transfer next door-Starbuck's for a little sip of coffee. It wasn't exactly a "Little sip" cause i got a Caramel Macchiato Venti. We went outside near the bay and got refreshed. Its kinda ironic because you usually get refreshed after you get intoxicated, right
0030 hours. We were inside the venue when my friend ( I won't tell anyone it was Marj, by the way) started binge smoking on the free pack of Dunhill we got with our tickets. She used the last stick to light the next one 'til she smoked less than half the pack. My oh my... Kaskade started spinning the night away. It just sucks I didn't get a decent picture of him with my mobile camera so too bad for that. My friend got the time of her life--Kaskade smiled at her cuz of her shirt. And it wasn't just a smile. It was something that looked like Kaskade got really excited about it. She got smitten right away. Until now she's so kilig with him.
0530 hours. After 4 hours of non-stop dancing, and I mean non-stop, we headed back to Harbour Square for a final cup of coffee. We were speechless. Our fave dj spinned right in front of us. It was Kaskade in the flesh.
We ended the day half-deaf, half-tired and fully floating.
And this was my day:
The first thing I thought of in the morning was the things I was out to do for the end of the day. I was pretty sure that the "end of the day" for me was the following morning, Wednesday and so I realized that I was in for a treat. I went out and headed to my condo unit at around 1:30 pm. And I started getting into party mode at around that time.
1400 hours.First I got a much needed haircut. My hair's high maintenance and of course I can't just let it go awry at the best night of my entire life. With that done, I went out to eat a hearty meal. Something's wrong with my tummy by the way. Chronic ulcer? I hope not. I don't eat on time simply because on my side of the world, things like such is not possible. 1600 hours. Then I returned back home to sleep so I'll be able to "function" well when party time comes specially with tha fact that for 3 straight days, I forgot how heavenly it feels to sleep for a full 8 hours. After 10 glorious minutes of lying down on my bed, my mom called up and asked me if I wanted to mall a little. How could I say no to such a delectable offer? So out the door I went. 1700 hours. Went to Rustan's to buy a pair of beach flips--slippers, I mean. Havaianas I thought. But I just couldn't forgive the jologs people who wear imitations of it and so i decided to buy a pair of Billabong flips. I wanted to think I was safe. I took about an hour deciding on that and my friend that I was supposed to meet half an hour ago was pretty much getting bummed and talking languages on the phone that i never heard of and so i sped off and gave up the chances of buying board shorts. 1900 hours. I met up with my friend and she got me the custom shirts we paid for. Wasn't top quality but hey. We wanted to show our love for Kaskade so what the hell.
I accepted the fact that I won't be able to sleep for four straight days when we got both worked up in the excitement and started to talk about what the party'll be like. I never felt so innocent before. 2200 hours. After about 2 hours of getting our get ups on, we were out to party! Headed down to Iceberg's Harbour Square to dine a little. I couldn't eat. Too much excitement. So i decided to transfer next door-Starbuck's for a little sip of coffee. It wasn't exactly a "Little sip" cause i got a Caramel Macchiato Venti. We went outside near the bay and got refreshed. Its kinda ironic because you usually get refreshed after you get intoxicated, right
0030 hours. We were inside the venue when my friend ( I won't tell anyone it was Marj, by the way) started binge smoking on the free pack of Dunhill we got with our tickets. She used the last stick to light the next one 'til she smoked less than half the pack. My oh my... Kaskade started spinning the night away. It just sucks I didn't get a decent picture of him with my mobile camera so too bad for that. My friend got the time of her life--Kaskade smiled at her cuz of her shirt. And it wasn't just a smile. It was something that looked like Kaskade got really excited about it. She got smitten right away. Until now she's so kilig with him.0530 hours. After 4 hours of non-stop dancing, and I mean non-stop, we headed back to Harbour Square for a final cup of coffee. We were speechless. Our fave dj spinned right in front of us. It was Kaskade in the flesh.
We ended the day half-deaf, half-tired and fully floating.
posted by The Deranged Pedestrian @ Wednesday, April 19, 2006
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home