I always think that how I spend my new year's eve is a reflection on how I will spend the rest of the year. Is that the right word? A reflection? I was going to use 'microcosm', but that may not be entirely accurate. Plus, I might risk sounding like a douchebag. Whatever. Reflection sounds great anyway. So I went to this cafe for NYE. The theme for that night was 1980s stuff, apparently. I knew that it was the 80s when I heard Bee Gees on the stereo when I walked in. It was scary. But we'll get to that later. Getting there was a pain. Luckily, I didn't get to drive there. And so I witnessed central Bintaro turning into a warzone. It was like Gaza, man. Gaza. There were firecrackers exploding everywhere. Crazy kids speeding past cars with their motorcycles. More firecrackers. Kids getting run over by motorcycles. Kids getting blown up by firecrackers. Zombies rising from the dead and getting burned down by firecrackers. BURN BABY BURN. So... yeah.
So I got there, noticed that Bee Gees was being played over the stereo. The DJ with epic curly hair was banging his head along to the rhytm of the beat. Whatever. I was ready to bail, but then I saw Omar and his girlfriend. Bail aborted. Then came the others. I ordered a Topi Miring. To use as a toast. When the ball drops. Simply because it's not that cool to toast to a new year with milk.
So there I was, waiting for the new year to arrive. I shrugged off all thoughts of regret. I tried to stay optimistic, and I kept on reminding myself that what went wrong this year has happened, and it's all in the past. Let go. Let go.
But I couldn't. So I said, "fuck it". I ran up to the stage, grabbed the mic and said: "This song goes out to.. her! That.. girl! You know who you are! Alright boys, play me a blues lick in E minor. One, ah, two, ah three..".
Then there's that bit where I grabbed a guitar and played Johnny B Goode. There's also that part where I was so awesome at playing that song, girls started taking off their shirts.. it was legendary.
But of course, that didn't happen.
What really happened in the last 5 minutes of 2008 was me going through the best moments of the year in my head. Everyone else in the table was talking about resolutions. I was sitting there, juggling my emotions, and overthinking.. and overthinking. Then it was 5 seconds to 2009. I had my handphone in my hand. I wanted to call someone, but I didn't know who. I quickly browsed through my phonebook, looking for that someone that I can call and share the awesomeness that is of a new year's eve. I couldn't find anyone to call. Then came 2009.
Somebody asked me if I have any new year's resolution, and I said to him: "Fuck resolutions". And I actually meant that. 2009 is going to be a hectic year. I'd be lucky to even survive, let alone making all these goals that I wouldn't even bother to try to achieve.
So there I was, 2 hours after midnight. The party just got a bit more interesting. Men in tightly fitted t-shirts were crowding the dancefloor. Then I realised that the party has turned its direction into a very scary and dark place. So we bailed. We walked quickly to the car. I peered to the back, and noticed that they were following us. Men in tightly fitted t-shirts. They're everywhere. There's so many of them. And they're following us. I ran. They ran as well. I noticed this, and so I grabbed my sawn-off shotgun from my tenchcoat (since when I wore a trenchcoat? I don't know), and I fired away.
Boom.
Boom.
But there's too many of them. I ran to the car. Started the engine. They climbed on top of the engine cap. I screamed. Not a girl-scream, but a MAN-SCREAM. Like an ARGHHH FUDGE!, not an AIIHHMACHAN. You know. I grabbed my sawn-off shotgun, and fired at the mirror. The glass fragments pierced the zombies' skin. One by one, they fell from the car. I set the car to reverse, pressed the pedal, and watched as my car plowed through a wave of zombies. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. Then my engine stopped.
So I went up to the roof. I made my last stand. As the zombies came near me, I smacked them with my shotgun's alternate-fire option, i.e. melee attack.
"COME AND GET ME! YAARGH!"
I activated my special powers, such as Iron-Skin or Whirlwind attack, and I watched as the zombies around me fell to the sides of the car, and into the ground. Man, I'm awesome, I thought. But there were too many of them, and I'm surrounded.
I'm surrounded. Agent Penn is surrounded. Now what?
Dun dun dummm.
Stay tuned for more of agent Penn's awesomeness!
So I got there, noticed that Bee Gees was being played over the stereo. The DJ with epic curly hair was banging his head along to the rhytm of the beat. Whatever. I was ready to bail, but then I saw Omar and his girlfriend. Bail aborted. Then came the others. I ordered a Topi Miring. To use as a toast. When the ball drops. Simply because it's not that cool to toast to a new year with milk.
So there I was, waiting for the new year to arrive. I shrugged off all thoughts of regret. I tried to stay optimistic, and I kept on reminding myself that what went wrong this year has happened, and it's all in the past. Let go. Let go.
But I couldn't. So I said, "fuck it". I ran up to the stage, grabbed the mic and said: "This song goes out to.. her! That.. girl! You know who you are! Alright boys, play me a blues lick in E minor. One, ah, two, ah three..".
Then there's that bit where I grabbed a guitar and played Johnny B Goode. There's also that part where I was so awesome at playing that song, girls started taking off their shirts.. it was legendary.
But of course, that didn't happen.
What really happened in the last 5 minutes of 2008 was me going through the best moments of the year in my head. Everyone else in the table was talking about resolutions. I was sitting there, juggling my emotions, and overthinking.. and overthinking. Then it was 5 seconds to 2009. I had my handphone in my hand. I wanted to call someone, but I didn't know who. I quickly browsed through my phonebook, looking for that someone that I can call and share the awesomeness that is of a new year's eve. I couldn't find anyone to call. Then came 2009.
Somebody asked me if I have any new year's resolution, and I said to him: "Fuck resolutions". And I actually meant that. 2009 is going to be a hectic year. I'd be lucky to even survive, let alone making all these goals that I wouldn't even bother to try to achieve.
So there I was, 2 hours after midnight. The party just got a bit more interesting. Men in tightly fitted t-shirts were crowding the dancefloor. Then I realised that the party has turned its direction into a very scary and dark place. So we bailed. We walked quickly to the car. I peered to the back, and noticed that they were following us. Men in tightly fitted t-shirts. They're everywhere. There's so many of them. And they're following us. I ran. They ran as well. I noticed this, and so I grabbed my sawn-off shotgun from my tenchcoat (since when I wore a trenchcoat? I don't know), and I fired away.
Boom.
Boom.
But there's too many of them. I ran to the car. Started the engine. They climbed on top of the engine cap. I screamed. Not a girl-scream, but a MAN-SCREAM. Like an ARGHHH FUDGE!, not an AIIHHMACHAN. You know. I grabbed my sawn-off shotgun, and fired at the mirror. The glass fragments pierced the zombies' skin. One by one, they fell from the car. I set the car to reverse, pressed the pedal, and watched as my car plowed through a wave of zombies. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. Then my engine stopped.
So I went up to the roof. I made my last stand. As the zombies came near me, I smacked them with my shotgun's alternate-fire option, i.e. melee attack.
"COME AND GET ME! YAARGH!"
I activated my special powers, such as Iron-Skin or Whirlwind attack, and I watched as the zombies around me fell to the sides of the car, and into the ground. Man, I'm awesome, I thought. But there were too many of them, and I'm surrounded.
I'm surrounded. Agent Penn is surrounded. Now what?
Dun dun dummm.
Stay tuned for more of agent Penn's awesomeness!
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