clubbing with mum?

Sorry folks. Hair colour kinda faded d. If you still want to see some colours, dont mind standing with me under the sun?.. Waiting for my hair condition to improve before i dye it another time. This is what you get for using DIY. Anyway, I dont want my hair to turn out real purplish red cos I'll still be studying. Dont want to give the wrong impression.

This sounds weird but my mum took me out clubbing last night. Actually I am an excuse for her to come out from the house so that she can meet up with her kaki lepak friends. Some are her ex schoolmates from Mgs and their friends around her age (40 +) but believe me, they dont look like 40 at all. I can't help wondering how gTLiers will be after 20 years or 30 years. Will we still see each other? How will we turn out?? Only God knows. My mum's friends brought their daughters along too (age range from 17 to 18). That puts me the "oldest" there. Man, i hate the fact that i'm ageing (not with grace but with inmaturity and insecurities).

The outing to the pub last night was not planned cos my mum asked me to follow her to her usual hang-out place in a pub in Berkeley after dinner about 9.30 pm. Kononnya, "just drop-by". I am more of the kind who prefers to stay at home and watch tv (depends on the mood ler) and going out for dinner with family usually means a t-shirt and short pants. After much coaxing, I finally agreed to go with her. It was the first time I meet my mum's friends and their daughters. There i am, in my somesort of "mutilated teddy bear" emblem t-shirt from eXtreme which Mei Kuan says looks like Garfield from far, pair up with short jeans pants and my sandals while the rest of the girls are in long jeans, spaghetti straps tops and flip-flops. Argghh... Utter embarassment. My mum's friends later on said they want to go clubbing at Traveller's Pub in Pan Pacific Glenmarie. *There's goes my sleep* My mum kept telling them, "If my daughter go, then I'll go larh. Hahahah", then she looked at me smiling sheepishly. I tried to give excuses like, "I wanna watch football. Erm, I wanna watch tv. Bla bla" and my mum turn my excuses into a whole different story. She said I am an Astro fan, I would rather stay at home than going out. yadaa yaddaa. Does this means i need to go out as often as i can to prove that I am hip and happening? Not that i dont want but gTLiers are committed elsewhere. At least my mum didn't say I am a "Wah Loi Toi" fan. Then one of her friends arrived late. Her first sentence was, "Irene, your daughter?.. She looks so cute!" Oh thank you so much. Like i need it a lot. I felt like a teddy bear. There you go. A boost to my self-esteem *sense the sarcasm?* SO fake lerh. Dunno whether she's sincere or not! If she is, thank you lor x). If she's not, *knocking my head on the wall* No no. Knocking her head on the wall. Let's move on. This friend of hers is a divorcee and a very optimistic person who treats me like a long lost friend while trying hard to persuade me to go clubbing with them. Everything they discussed or gossipped will somehow ended up with the same question. "So how, have you decided to go?" If i dont go, my mum can't go cos my mum has been going out with them for 2 to 3 nights every week and dad dont really appprove. Then my brain automatically switched to the calculating mode.

Out with mum = Dancing + smiles from mum + friends + drinks + atmosphere
Stay at home = stuck with 2 gorrilas and a monkey hogging the tv and hall + mum's moody face + sleeping (like most nights)

choice 1 is definitely better.

Agreed to go clubbing. Go home and change (dont wanna go and stuck out like a sorethumb). Went to the pub. Danced for few minutes. Sat at the bar most of the time. Preferred to sit and drink though. Watched my mum dancing. Nothing "nice" to see. All grown-up hamsap looking men. Cannot cuci mata. Rush is much better. Drink my corona. Spent about an hour plus. Went home bout 1.30 am.

When I came out from the club, everything my mum said to me sound like gibberish alien language. Need a few minutes to adapt to the serenity. Then I knew it. Something good always come with something bad (stupid theory but proven). While walking to the car, one of my heels got stuck in the mud and SNAP! AhhHhh!! My favourite shoe! My only heels!! Snapped! The holder around the toe broke but this gives me a reason to go shopping. Mwahaha. Btw, I was not drunk! ok. On the way home, we stopped by at the mamak stall to "ta-pau" for my irritating-toned-up-body brother of mine who can eat whenever he wants. Reached home, changed and finally, my bed and I are one.....

It's not that I've never went to a club before but with my mum is something different. I still prefer Singapore's clubs and pubs mainly because there's more hunks to see!