Fridays at Indochine
Hmm. Ever since evenings became more empty, I think I've spent about 4 0r 5 Friday evenings at Indochine at Wisma le. The last 3 were consecutive some more. Call me loser, call me no-life, or whatever, but for me, a Friday night out with a couple of drinks, some chicken wings and great acoustic-not-too-loud-for-your-ears music is the perfect way to unwind and release some of those shit that ppl put at my feet during the week.
It helps that besides the band, there is sometimes another attraction at the bar. This bapok.. hmm to be honest I dunno if she's a transsexual yet, but definitely already a transvestite, has a major crush on the lead singer of the band. She would often stand outside the bar, watching, clapping, dancing. When it's a particularly sexy song being sung, she would sometimes arch her back backwards to further protrude those mounds of hers. She goes crazy sometimes when the band wink at her for fun. And she's the one who screams the loudest and claps the loudest at the end of a song. It's fun to watch, but often I feel intensely sad for her. Wherever she stands, automatically people form a 5 metre radius around her, almost like got nuclear radiation. And that's besides my speculation about the internal confusion and external rejection.
In any case, Friday evenings there are great. I can sit back, lean back with a good Kilkenny draught and some chicken wings. For once, somebody else is doing the performing. It really helps me to unwind, and a good conversation adds to its shiok-ness. I love it. After working for a year, I really realise why many people go drinking after work. It's therapeutic! But, need to control la.. it's expensive. And also I think the best conversations come when the alcohol releases a bit of the inhibitions. Haha.
Some videos for your enjoyment. This is the primary reason why I go to Indochine on Fridays.
Catsinecradle - In the end
Catsinecradle - Apologise
Catsinecradle - Summer of 69
It helps that besides the band, there is sometimes another attraction at the bar. This bapok.. hmm to be honest I dunno if she's a transsexual yet, but definitely already a transvestite, has a major crush on the lead singer of the band. She would often stand outside the bar, watching, clapping, dancing. When it's a particularly sexy song being sung, she would sometimes arch her back backwards to further protrude those mounds of hers. She goes crazy sometimes when the band wink at her for fun. And she's the one who screams the loudest and claps the loudest at the end of a song. It's fun to watch, but often I feel intensely sad for her. Wherever she stands, automatically people form a 5 metre radius around her, almost like got nuclear radiation. And that's besides my speculation about the internal confusion and external rejection.
In any case, Friday evenings there are great. I can sit back, lean back with a good Kilkenny draught and some chicken wings. For once, somebody else is doing the performing. It really helps me to unwind, and a good conversation adds to its shiok-ness. I love it. After working for a year, I really realise why many people go drinking after work. It's therapeutic! But, need to control la.. it's expensive. And also I think the best conversations come when the alcohol releases a bit of the inhibitions. Haha.
Some videos for your enjoyment. This is the primary reason why I go to Indochine on Fridays.
Catsinecradle - In the end
Catsinecradle - Apologise
Catsinecradle - Summer of 69
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