Recalling my 1st experience after return to Malaysia
For the umpteenth time, my buddy Jack asked me "could we go now?" Coolly, I answered him, in a minute. Didn’t he understand this kind of thing needs succinct preparation? Agitated I peered out the window, looked at the full moon, felt the breeze of the night and felt as though there was another presence in the room. I turned my attention to the mirror, and I could hear the presence telling me Casanova, damn y and why not? I feel fresh, clean and full of life virtually unstoppable. Like a King biding to his champion before a fight, I said to myself,"Good hunting!"
So, there was like two gladiators that has never been defeated in battle, walking side by side to out arena, and scanning for out prey. We’re young strong and brimming with confidence, ready to outdo each other and claim out prize. It was a night almost like any other night, yet it somehow it felt special. There wasn’t any celebration that night. In fact you could that it was routine, but I had a feeling that something significant was going to happen. It was however a Saturday in the bright lights and big city of Kuala Lumpur. Jack and I were determined to outperform each other in our weekly contest, where the winner will get the chick(r the best one), as well as bragging rights, and the loser stands to be taunted by his peers until he regains his self respect.
Our Saturday usually starts early. On that particular night, we were going too met up with two hot chicks at the coffee bean in Jalan P.Ramlee, you know opposite Menara UOA. After that, it was off to one of the most congested meat pool in town; the flesh bearing arena of Nouvo.
As we were all sipping our cappuccinos and lattes, Jack and I were chatting up these two gorgeous babes, when suddenly, we heard a high pitched and growling sound. As though God threw his Thunder upon us, everybody was suddenly silent and time stood still. Like lighting bolts striking across our faces the air shimmered like a dream as we witnessed in awe, the over powering presence of one, two…three Ferrarri F355 Spyders!
From the big red machine, out came two fairly good looking moderately young men and couple from the third scuderria, and sat two tables next to ours. So I said to my self the couple seems to just want to have a good time, while the other two blokes are probably hunting, like me and Jack. One of them quickly flips his Nokia 7650 talked on the phone for a couple of minutes (with a girl I think), then makes a remark to his buddies (obviously with the girl he was chatting with), then they all burst into laughter loudly.
Now I m not here to talk about these guys, I m not even concerned about their presence "Heck"’ I said to myself "I am the man! I am Mr. Casanova! Nobody could measure up to me! I was puzzled by the attention by the attention these people are getting. As two other girls joined them and exchanged kisses. I noticed that my indented targets were exchanging glances with one of those blokes. This could not be happening to me! I mean’ sure he drives a Ferrarri, which is undoubtedly, a big enough attention magnet anywhere in the world, but hey! You’re in the company of Don Juan the 2nd!
Show me some respect please. As the night grows, my spirits have been excruciatingly dampened by that display of wealth by those guys. I was preparing my excuse for a defeat. I was feeling under the weather, which is true since my mind wasn’t focused on the objective. Instead my mind was focused on how to outdo those guys and regain my self respect. I mean surely I haven’t lost my touch? It was too dreadful for me to even think about it!
Then’ I surmised it must be the car. When a knight parades in full amour and brandishes a sword worthy of kings, complete with his standard, he is surely to win more fluttering eyelashes and kisses from the ladies compared to a normal foot soldier with his burnished mail, no matter how good either one is at battleground. I mean, Jack drives a Proton Putra 1.8EXi DOHC while I drive a Subaru Impreza STi-8, which I was told, used to be one of the most desired sports car in the nineties. So how does my 2.0 intercooler turbo Subaru compete with a 4.0 litre V8 engine of the F355 spyder? Sadly’ I got to admit that I can’t possibly do that. So I concluded that I need to get myself one of those red, hot Ferrarris! And before its too late too.
So, there was like two gladiators that has never been defeated in battle, walking side by side to out arena, and scanning for out prey. We’re young strong and brimming with confidence, ready to outdo each other and claim out prize. It was a night almost like any other night, yet it somehow it felt special. There wasn’t any celebration that night. In fact you could that it was routine, but I had a feeling that something significant was going to happen. It was however a Saturday in the bright lights and big city of Kuala Lumpur. Jack and I were determined to outperform each other in our weekly contest, where the winner will get the chick(r the best one), as well as bragging rights, and the loser stands to be taunted by his peers until he regains his self respect.
Our Saturday usually starts early. On that particular night, we were going too met up with two hot chicks at the coffee bean in Jalan P.Ramlee, you know opposite Menara UOA. After that, it was off to one of the most congested meat pool in town; the flesh bearing arena of Nouvo.
As we were all sipping our cappuccinos and lattes, Jack and I were chatting up these two gorgeous babes, when suddenly, we heard a high pitched and growling sound. As though God threw his Thunder upon us, everybody was suddenly silent and time stood still. Like lighting bolts striking across our faces the air shimmered like a dream as we witnessed in awe, the over powering presence of one, two…three Ferrarri F355 Spyders!
From the big red machine, out came two fairly good looking moderately young men and couple from the third scuderria, and sat two tables next to ours. So I said to my self the couple seems to just want to have a good time, while the other two blokes are probably hunting, like me and Jack. One of them quickly flips his Nokia 7650 talked on the phone for a couple of minutes (with a girl I think), then makes a remark to his buddies (obviously with the girl he was chatting with), then they all burst into laughter loudly.
Now I m not here to talk about these guys, I m not even concerned about their presence "Heck"’ I said to myself "I am the man! I am Mr. Casanova! Nobody could measure up to me! I was puzzled by the attention by the attention these people are getting. As two other girls joined them and exchanged kisses. I noticed that my indented targets were exchanging glances with one of those blokes. This could not be happening to me! I mean’ sure he drives a Ferrarri, which is undoubtedly, a big enough attention magnet anywhere in the world, but hey! You’re in the company of Don Juan the 2nd!
Show me some respect please. As the night grows, my spirits have been excruciatingly dampened by that display of wealth by those guys. I was preparing my excuse for a defeat. I was feeling under the weather, which is true since my mind wasn’t focused on the objective. Instead my mind was focused on how to outdo those guys and regain my self respect. I mean surely I haven’t lost my touch? It was too dreadful for me to even think about it!
Then’ I surmised it must be the car. When a knight parades in full amour and brandishes a sword worthy of kings, complete with his standard, he is surely to win more fluttering eyelashes and kisses from the ladies compared to a normal foot soldier with his burnished mail, no matter how good either one is at battleground. I mean, Jack drives a Proton Putra 1.8EXi DOHC while I drive a Subaru Impreza STi-8, which I was told, used to be one of the most desired sports car in the nineties. So how does my 2.0 intercooler turbo Subaru compete with a 4.0 litre V8 engine of the F355 spyder? Sadly’ I got to admit that I can’t possibly do that. So I concluded that I need to get myself one of those red, hot Ferrarris! And before its too late too.
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