Mnemosyne Fugue - Digital Fugue does a Racheal
{ Begin mnenosyne
Friday nite!
Traffic Jam Bangsar Nightmare.
These are words to describe Racheal's farewell Party - WWW
Wonderful
Wild
Wicked!
A Hungarian Restaurant, full of Malaysians, bidding farewell to Racheal, who is leaving for the US of A, and Alex leaving for Switzerland... did I smell Cuban cigars? And not to mention the French kiss as well...
The sexy, kinky ladies... Racheal, Meesh, Hani, Gracie poo, Empress...
And the Gentlemen... Khalilur, Ash, Aizuddin, Dinesh, Vladimir, Alex, Haris... who else did i miss?
The conversations... the screams... the curses... the profanities
The laughing... the drinking... the smoking...
The sweet talk... the naughty talk... the cuddling... bordering foreplay
Dim lights, cameras... and we are all in the glitterring almost celebrity-like action in the glamour soaked party.
Cameras flashed, lomo clicked and video rolled...
Non stop pouring... multiple shots... enough alchy to light a bulb for seven days...
The peck on the cheek... the kiss... the smooch... almost orgasmic...
Ash said, "It's like Christmas in August..."
Hani said, "you are turning me on..."
Meesh asked, "Would you date me?"
Haris screamed, "Show your tits!"
The authorities... the enforcers... under 18, get out... under 21, hide... 2am is just too early to leave...
The mamak... the parking ticket... the ride back home...
The night... the party... the magic
Bangsar was red... heads rolled... we now attend to our battle wounds...
Goodnight...
Wake up! wake up! It was not a dream....
Delete the pictures!! Delete the videos! If the media got hold of them, there goes my chance of running for govenor of California in 30 years time!
Stop the press...!! For a limited time only, we got the pictures here, here and here!
Unfortunately, none of the juicy pics reached the media....
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Rachael.... we gonna miss you. Make sure you come back next year. We'll have another bash for you!
This post is dedicated to you.
*Hugs and kisses*
"Into the night we shine
Lighting the way we glide by
Catch me if i get to high
When I come down
I'll be coming home next year"
Next Year, Foo Fighters
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