One thing I've always love about the new year or any celebration the country deemed worth of celebrating was the fireworks display. I love fireworks. So, since I was denied of any during the new year, it was awesome when Edward invited me to his Vistana pad last Sunday for this small party celebrating his boyfriend's visit. Gorgeous, gorgeous view from his apartment of the KLCC and the greater KL area and lo and behold, there was this opening ceremony of that pseudo O2 London eye thingy at Tasik Titiwangsa and there were lotsa fireworks.
Pathetic company we were, we were wishing everyone happy new year and singing auld lang syne and everything. As if it was the new year. At 1030 pm on the 7th of January. Bunch of dorks.
Sad thing was, the whole fireworks thingy was all over the place. The first display was at 10 and it stopped after 4 minutes and everyone thought that was it. And suddenly at 1030 pm there was another display and that stopped after a short while and another spurt of fireworks 10 minutes later. It was like some spastic person walked in in the fireworks shed with a torch and hiccuped.
And another sad thing was the display arrangement. As a fireworks connoisseur who have witnessed fireworks by the best, I think it was stupid when they showed the big-big ones first whose thick white mushroom of smoke totally swallowed the smaller fireworks released later. It was like watching fairy lights being lit up under a duvet towards the end. Sad.
I had fun at Ed and Vidal's party though. We got drunk on Vanilla Coke and threw blue cheese cubes at cars 23 floors below. Heheh.
Went home at 11 and in bed by 1130. How more retarded can my social life be?
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