The Ripped Soul

Happy 21st birthday Jocelyn! (And Ria, if she still reads)

So... went over to the party, met Wayne out, walked in together and he was trying to fill me in about what happened the night before. Fella has long scratches along his arm.. he seems to believe something followed him home, but if you asked me, I'd say it looks like penknife scratches. What gives?

Drama ensued inside the house. Sherlyn told Mallar she was having fever, Mallar told Jocelyn that Sherlyn won't be coming since she had the fever, when Sherlyn told ME that she would be going, and that she's in town skating. Whatever. She came anyways.

Brought chairs and tables down and tried to be useful a little. Bringing stuff out, getting food, setting the BBQ up.

Ended up... I was the chef for half the night. And I realized it was quiet. What's a party without music? Even funerals have music. Sad ones, but songs, nevertheless. This was one quiet sonofabitch. So with Wayne coming around me and telling me how much of a failure I was at cooking, I decided to jam it jussssst a little bit. Played songs from the phone.. nothing much, I know, but it was all I had. We were still grooving to it anyway.

Then Sherlyn arrived, and she was telling me to go smoke with her and sorts. How does a chef just ditch everything and go take a walk? I couldn't do it. So I waited, and one of her friends wanted to take over, so they did.

Heard my cooking skills wasn't all that bad. :D And birthday princess's Mom could tell me that I was smart enough to know that we needed butter to "brush" the chicken with. ANNNND this one other nice girl came by and told me that I could probably do as a BBQ chef for events since I know how to work the grill.

How sweet.

Came back in, they decided to get the Vodka bottle I brought along. I played Bartender.

Initially it was just a circle of us, then 3 more joined and asked for some. Gave them the shots they wanted. Then Lyn played photographer, snapping pictures of us non stop. Told her to go take pictures of other people. She did. :)

Then came the questions.... Update us on your life. where are you from? Singapore. What is your race? What nationality are you? What are you doing now? Studying? Where do you live? How do you know her? How old are you? Are you a bartender? Are you a DJ? Do you do events?

Jesus. If only I could tell them in a drunk slur, STFU, I probably would've.

Tried to be dodgy about the questions anyway. "Where are you from?" question for example. Singapore. *snicker* And the thing was I could actually pull off the whole "serious" look, like "isn't that what you wanna know?"

Mallar and Lyn were telling me non stop about this guy that was stalking them throughout the party. Then this other drunk idiot that was trying to hit on Sherlyn ALL NIGHT LONG only to fail. Then try and hit on me. And ask more questions. Fuck.

I come dressed in a white tee, with a black vest, in jeans and adidas sneakers; with my hair covered in a beanie. I have a Crucifix of Jesus Christ around my neck, with my shades hanging. Do I look like I fucking want what's between his legs? He's just not my kinda guy. Loaded or whatever, go back to wherever you came from and get.

Cake time!

lyn: [shouting] 1, 2, 3!
everyone: ♫ Happy birthday to you ~
me: [shouting] OKAY CHINESE VERSION
everyone: ♫ *chinese ver. of Happy Birthday song*
lyn: [shouting] OKAY MALAY VERSION
me: LOL
wayne: LMFAO
mallar and lyn : ♫ selamat hari jadiiiiii ~

......and cut!

Then pictures, cake distribution.

joce: JESS! *your cake*
me: ehhhhh thanks
lyn: JESS NOWS YOUR CHANCE
me: Wtf? My cake ;-;
lyn: fasterrrrrr! you do, I take the shot!

I looked at my slice of cake. So innocent... so creamy... so yummy.... strawberry and everything....

me: Joce..
*Jocelyn turns to me*
me: ..I love you, happy birthday

*SMASH*

...and I kissed her forehead as a quick apology. HAHAHA.

I saw, her mom's face went dark as night, and needless to say Joce was shocked and went into a whole WTF mode, her friends were cheering, I was screaming WOOOOOOOOOOO like I just scored a fucking goal for Man Utd or Bulls or something, and the next thing I know....

wayne: happy birthday Joce!

*BLAM*

That was harsh, man.

I took refuge behind him and shouted "WE LOVE YOU JOCE!" We really do.

It's one thing to be pranked by your best friends. But by your boyfriend as well... hahaha. She refused to talk to me after. Annnnnnd I didn't dare ask for another slice of cake, but at least i managed to have the cream off my fingertips. Good enough I suppose.

More laughs, smokes, food, drinks and questions later, found out her friends dunked her in her own swimming pool. LOL

Asked if she might like another push inside and I got slapped. Like with sound effects. And people saw. Niiiiiiiiiiice.

All in all, good party. Helped where I could, cooked, jammed, bar tended. And despite the fucking crazy end to the night, and dramz and shit, questions get shot at...

I've realized my skills are still there. I know how to plan events, I can cook up a BBQ pit, I've got the right kind of music to a party, and given the skills I've picked up over the years of working at the Brewski, partying and BBQing in my secondary school days, I can actually do a little bartending too.

Doesn't make me feel accomplished, but sometimes in life you just gotta know you're not that useless afterall. And it's a good feeling.

Came home, talked to mom about things. She said she might have to face some legal proceedings on Monday. Somehow a small part of me feels like I failed in some way. I wanna cry so hard sometimes.. I remember the promises and the vows I made, to make some changes when I'm 21.

Sigh.

Then those two returned, first thing he shoves in my face is "HEY YOU GOTTA WATCH LEGION ITS SO AWESOME .. " Mom rebutted "yeah, we'll watch Legion .. when we have money. You guys so rich right?" and he just took cover in his room.

Haha. Despite the debacle at lunch I had over the whiskey, I love you, mom.