listening to basement jaxx's remix of justin timberlake's song...

damn cool.

am turning 16 in a month's time.
on the 1st of september.
teacher's day.
*hint*.

kaez.
forget it.

anyway.

i can finally get in to nc 16 movies legally...
not that i am a big fan of movies anyway...

[sylvia, i'm still considering your request...]

last year, zouk made this one week party thing... and they reduced the entry thing to 16...
*so close.....*

at least some people think that i can pass off as 18...
especially the hilton people in sri lanka...

at 1.30am at the hilton bar...

me: can i have a lychee margherita please?
bartender: *does a whole lot of tricks and finally pours out the drink* 400 rupees, ma'am.
me: charge it to my room.
[my darling new found friend waves his hand at the bartender..]
bartender: that's alright, it's on the house.
me: haha! really? thanks! *remembers to act 18...* erhm..thanks.
bartender: your friend offered to pay for you.

tip of the day: when in rome, do as the romans do. when at the hilton in sri lanka, make friends with the owner's son and you can get away with anything.

i bet the bartender probably knew that i wasn't even 17..

ah well.

connections, baby.

found out later that gee told the rents that i was 'flirting' with him... just to get free stuff.

i suppose the tattling went like this...

gee: she was SMILING...and FLIPPING HER HAIR... and LAUGHING at his stupid jokes...
the rents: *stares*
gee: you know anjali, *i* know anjali... she NEVER laughs at stupid jokes... she just *stares* at you with the you're-so-dumb-i-wouldn't-even-give-you-a-pity-laugh glare.
the rents: it's her holiday too, geetha. let her have some fun.
gee: IT'S ALL MY FAULT. I SHOULDN'T HAVE BROUGHT HER TO TONI AND GUY TO GET HER 500 DOLLAR HAIRCUT...

to my defence, i was just *talking* to him.
gee's just really presumptuous.

and besides, the only reason why i was up at 2.30am in the hotel lobby was cause i was up waiting for her to come back...

hmm.. come to think of it, i've always been fascinated with bars..and bartenders...
really like the fluidity in which they move when they make their drinks...
and all the stunts they pull off...

i think it started when i was 9, and we went to some resort in malaysia...
and they were having some formal dinner thing so my cousin and i just wandered of to this bar in the middle of the lobby...
and everyone was at the dinner so the bartender was nice enough to entertain us...

at that time both of us were too short to even get on the bar stool by ourselves...
and the bartender and his friend came out, carried us, and put us on the chair, and went back behind the counter...

he kept doing tricks, but wouldn't let us drink anything except water, cause
a) we were 9.
b) we had no money to pay for the orange juice.

and at that time the "charge it to my room" idea hadn't appealed to me yet.

and gee's friend's a bartender.
a cool one at that.

although he's another one who gives me water and nothing else.