Try This: Freshie Nite

Thursday.
Ivan Looney came over to my apartment.
Hit my keyboard to play some Bioshock.
Wasn't long till we needa hit the Freshie Nite.
It cost us 10 friggin' bucks each.
What is the Freshie Nite?
Its for the freshmen in Sunways.
Ivan and his KDU gang crashed it anyways.

Inside the party hall, performances were on:
Hip-Hop-Break-Leg-Dance whatever...
So many freakin' times until I hope that they'll break a leg by breakdancing.
More boring performance...
Even more boring performance...
And finally much more boring performance...

Well, there were some that stand out though.
I call them talents. The rest were just plain wannabes...or something...
There's this two african couple dancing.
No eyes on the guys. All eyes on the girl's ass.
She was shaking that all over the stage like some polaroid picture.
It wasn't even like an ass, it was like a rubber thingie...

Secondly, there was this God knows Iranian people or something.
One was on the guitar with hands of a grinder.
The other was holding this flat round thingie.
It has beads inside and it looks really light.
Turns out, its louder than a friggin' drum!
The beads also made the shakey shakey sound if he shakes it.
When he hits it, I was like OMG! Like a real drum with only fingers!

Lastly, there was this couple dancing....GREASE STYLE!!!!
The guy had like a grease-y ass... He moved it like its dislocated!
The girl was like so smooth and the guy had this really cool trousers!
It was so mind-googling...whatever that means...
I gave a standing ovation to that GREA-WSOME DANCE!!!

Leastly, there was this random competition...
Fashion show or something...5 girls and 5 guys.
All of the ones who went up weren't even fashionable.
Those who were fashionable was fashionably ignorant.
The main thing was this fat English man ---looks like a lecturer.
He wore a tuxedo or some sort. It was mind-blogging!
With hands behind, he walk towards the middle.
Unbutton his jacket and swing to the side.
Ivan shouted, "Stylo Milo Kwai Lou!"
I was like OMG! And he won the title for being awesome.

Regardless of that, I said my 'ciao's to the KDUs.
My indian friend whom I now call Kumar after Harold & Kumar,
said that it was not vegetarian so the food sucked...for him...
At the end, there were people dancing so enthusiastically.
Before it hits the floor, suddenly it was time to go home.
THAT IS SO FREAKIN' POTONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After that, my other bunch of friends went yam cha.
Then we remembered that we lost friggin' 10 bucks.
How do we remember it?
They chopped a flower symbol on our hands...
...when we entered that hall.


That day was totally...well...why don't you try it?