Memoir

This has been on my mind, you know; the same thought just lurks by at times. It happened many years ago and I’ve been wanting to write about this. I hope to finish writing about this tonight, if possible.

Some years ago, it could’ve been as long as 10 years back? I was in a fancy night club, I had a friend at that time who was a singer in a band and he was performing in the club which was located in a well-known hotel in KL.

I didn’t care as much as I’ve been there a couple of times and since I was friends with the singer I got to eat and drink for free. Though all we drank was coke but ate some delicious steak. I brought a friend along with me.

The club was famous for rich guys as such there were hot chicks. Majority of the people there were aged to say the least. I was standing there with my friend, with my glass of cake on the table, trying to act cool. Seated there were some girls with an elderly guy old enough to be my grandpa. I don’t hit on chicks or even talk to chicks whom I didn’t know. I was pretty shy.

Also I wasn’t interested in the girls as they looked like professionals if you know what I mean. During that time seeing that our drinks were scattered, I am not sure if I picked up the wrong glass, I noticed, these people eye-balling me.

I was like, dude I don’t even drink and I could get any drinks I wanted for free. I am pretty sure the old dude didn’t get that from my body language. However, this grandpa started staring at me as if he was trying to prove something. I had to kinda be the big guy and look away.

All that went into my mind was, this guy probably has kids my age or older than me and here he is trying to prove himself and act tough in front of some girls; How pathetic. He might’ve been a dato’ or something but honestly. I didn’t have a speck of respect for people like him. It just made despise people like that ever since.

The way he looked was disgusting and I hope I never turn out to be someone like that. You know at that ripe age of dying. Being at a night club and with some possible prostitutes and trying to act gangster-like to someone who doesn’t even care about his existence while he tries to prove his ceasing existence so readily.

Phew—I am glad I wrote this down. It serves as a reminder and probably tells a lot about the world, or not.