Be kind rewind

Last weekend I had a blast from the past.

The feelings of being high off the ground, watching over the sky and building surrounding me was such an escape. On top of all that, lies a swimming pool, even though shallow, was exquisite enough for the night. To be more over the top, there were two fold up tables filled with alcohol and Red Bull.

To my first guess, some company must have been sponsoring this party as the cover charge was only RM2 and must be attending with a head gear or sorts. What they forgot to put down clearly is which head were they referring to. I came with head gears of course, but probably at the wrong head.

It's almost like a Rooftop crew revisited. Complete until the extend of people walking over broken glasses like they were native Indians doing their magical dance and not feel a thing.

The dessert of the night was KakiCucukLangit.

I do not know that if he knows that it was Yunus who are not letting go, and I didn't really give a horse shit about what happened.

But if he was googling his own 'brand presence' as he would say it, and found this post, I would like to say hello.

He was laughing and having ball of a time with me. He have no idea who I was.

I could have been the evil Vlad and sneak up to him and say, "Hey, you know what, I am Vlad from Social Cafe." Before he knew it, there was this 15 inches machete already going through his ribs.

But I am just messing around. He is still alive what after being thrown in the pool in his Baju Melayu.