I'm Imran...and im an alcoholic. Yup...its possible. Runs on my moms side i think, wait..does it? Ok I'm high.
lalalalalalalala!
Alright...
This blog has been created to document the travels of a select group of individuals who decided randomly (um...dude...it took u 4 weeks to plan this shit) to embark on a journey to Malaysia. Id like to believe that its because they value their Malaysian counterpart as an individual, but its basically for the cheap booze, free accomodation, and the prospects of fucking the living bejeeeeezus out of random drunk chicks in public toilets/courthouse gardens.
Now, Tahem was the first to arrive in Malaysia, an arrival FULL of deceit. The idiot kept telling me on and on that he'll be visiting his relatives in KL for that one night before Michal and I arrive. However, we realized that he was basically lying through his face so that he could enjoy his freedom in the Transit Hotel at the airport.
Oh..he also watched 'Batman Begins' lying fully naked on his bed...it must have been quite a sight. Voyeurs beware...he's fucked up.
So...Michal and I arrived safely, though apparently he was harassed by some idiot who thought that Michal's armrest served as his footrest. Bless his soul, he should be out of a cast in a few weeks i guess. I got upgraded (yeah yeah stop bragging you fag), and it felt so fricking awesome after such a bastardly (is that a word?) 2 years of neverending problems.
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To cut a looooooooooooooooong ass story short, we were picked up by my cousin, BLACK, and we raced home to ensure that the 'base camp' was set up properly and up to our satisfaction...(i just wanted to make sure that we had cereal, cable TV, and sausages). Then, we headed out for the traditional "Imran wants to eat whatever the hell is closest" dinner, chilled for a while with the guys, then we headed back to drink the IMPRESSIVE stash of alcohol which comprised of Tequila, Bacardi Razz and Smirnoff Red (which were disguised in AQUAFINA bottles), and 2 bottles of 'Angus Stuart' scotch. Also, the customary "Imran wants Carlsberg's Special Brew" rant occured and we raced out to the nearest 7/11 to stock up and that =P
im such a fussy bastard...
and im ok with it.
now..for the DRAMA.
Headed to the airport at 02:40am to pick up Danesh, Deepak, and Mihir. However, BLACK and I just ended up walking all over the airport, labelling chicks we'd like to screw backwards, laughing at the fact that the ENTIRE airport was just empty of living souls, and smoked like 5 cigarettes while discussing the feasibility of using Aircraft components to send homeless Indian's to space on fact finding missions. (Yeah yeah...thats racist...so sue me =.=)
Then....
Out of nowhere....
The mobile phone rang...
"Dude...Mihir's in the hospital...he had one of his spasms..."
My already-drunk brain kicked into first gear in a fricking second. No joke...i just spun into action and did this Hollywood-style powerwalk to the infirmary where he was being "held". I walk there, and there's Deepak going "Bro...eeek...my passport...its not stamped....im an illegal immigrant".
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
So we got the Immigration Officer (who's Paki btw...) to bring the stamps and get their passports and other stuff sorted out.
Within an hour, we got Mihir discharged with a painful chest and started walking towards the car where we spent the next 10 minutes trying to fit 8 HUGE (no..really..they're like..FUCKING huge) bags into my relatively small boot. In the end, the bags somehow got in and we drove at a relatively disgusting 80km/h back to the house.
Honestly...Mihir...I thought you were gonna die bro. =( I love you too much...dont die on me. Plus, you still owe me money...yeah...now the world knows =p (Mihir's sleeping like a mofo right now, tongue hanging out, mouth gaping, its as if he's in a sex-coma...)
Anyways, we reach home...I pass out and sleep till like 3.30pm. Everybody slept the hell out and woke up around the same time. Bored as fuck, we finally decided to set up the PS2 and play for a few hours seeing as we basically used up 1 out of 3 possible "BUFFER DAYS".
(see..im a planning GENIUS)
At night...we headed out for some AUTHENTIC Malaysian food. None of this commercialized, MSG-laden jackass crap you get served at almost every other restaurant in KL. This was...as Mihir would put it, with all his hand gestures...
PROPER!
Then...did the usual "Special Brew" rant...drank at the park...came back home...and started drinking some more (SOMEBODY has to finish the duty free booze...might as well be me) :D Out of nowhere, Tahem swallows close to 50ml of vodka STRAIGHT UP. Within 10 minutes, he was jumping all over the place screaming out "Long Live Gandhijee" and "Imran, im sorry i ruined your trip by being this drunk" at the top of his lungs. Im sure he finally realized that my neighbour is a Police Officer, thus prompting him to migrate to the bathroom, where subsequently vomitted his SOUL out into the bowels (eeeeeeeeeeeee YUCK) of the toilet bowl. It wasnt a happy sight =O
Guess who had to clean him?
The things I do for my friends...if he doesnt fill BOTH my cars up to the brim with fuel, ill castrate this mafakka.
Once everybody fell asleep, Michal and I just sat around, reminiscing over what went on over the past 2 days, then decided, at 4.30am, that we'd go out for a drive and buy a McFlurry. Can you believe that? We drove like 20 fucking minutes to a PARTICULAR McDonalds, JUST to buy a McFlurry (and subsequently, a Sausage McMuffin and a cup of hot Java).
Honestly...i've never felt so free in my life =D
Till next time.
Drink hard, senior trip only happens once in your life =P
