Happy Bangala Day

It was supposed be a fun night out.

It was housemate, Zack’s birthday celebration at Conrad Jupiter Hotel where he has invited his friends and people staying in Metro (Name of my student accommodation) for a wild night out.
And it turned out to be a dreary nightmare.

Zack, an avid drinker, in another word, a hardcore alcoholic drank more than he can handle and was pretty intoxicated before the party actually got started. And there he was, standing in front of the bar, welcoming his guests like an over-excited bridegroom. Giving loads of kisses and hugs to every girl, including Chiam and I- the roomies… which made him went....

“OH… My roommates!!!!! So glad to see you here!!”

Cos the fact he was getting a tad too touchy with us, plus the constant spraying of his saliva, all over our faces and necks, we (Chiam, Tammy and I) were glad that he left us alone to wet other guests’ attires with his saliva and his drink in that unstable hand.

The nightmare began when his friend told us that he was arrested for punching someone. We were in disbelief. For some reasons, we were worried for him and began to search around for him (but, as a matter of fact, I was more eager to get to the Casino to try my luck).
After losing $15 in a record time of 5min, we headed back to the bar, only to find Zack pleading with the bouncers to let him in. Those bulky guys firmly rejected him, and Zack, in his utterly dejected expression, turned and limped tiredly away…

Fate had it that we were to witness that pitiful scene. Fate willed us to feel sorry for him. And we became his caretakers- which pissed the hell out of me, thinking about it now.
It was a fight… with his friends and girlfriend. Apparently one of the idiots told Zack’s girlfriend and her friend that if they wanted a free drink- kiss his ass. He didn’t really mean it- but the girls already made their way to his butt.

Which Zack saw it.
Which he threw a punch at that guy and a friend that was trying to stop the fight.
Which he pushed and took a swing at his girlfriend.

All along when he was telling his side of story, he was sobbing terribly and telling us how much he loved her. The next moment, he was throwing violent fits, calling her all sorts of names in vulgarities.

When we finally put him in the cab with Chiam and a couple, Tammy and I took the next one, wishing that we can reached Metro faster than him. Cos a very idiotic, act-clever friend of Zack gave us the impression that Zack’s girlfriend had went back to her place with that guy in scandal. It was of course, far from truth. The sleazy rendezvous was only playing over in that fucking drunkard’s mind. The girlfriend was avoiding him… in disappointment and fear.

In the cab, Zack kept threatening to kill her and the guy, over and over again. And my dear Chiam informed him that if he wanted to kill anyone, he will have to kill all of us first.

In which, he replied: “Yeah , you will be the first one I will kill.”

When I called Chiam to check if everything is ok in the cab, she was laughing as she told me about it in Mandarin and it led me to think that he was sobering up and cracking jokes. She summed up in a grave tone: “No, Ash. He was serious.”

So... when he was back at home, kicked the furniture, sobbed uncontrollably the next moment, threw a chair at us then cried again like a baby , exhausting and scared the hell out of us.

One word:

LOSER

I mean myself.

Why the heck did I realize soooo late that the more attention we gave him, the more he will do to invoke more reaction from us?

And why the hell am I doing in Australia, with those kids, those juveniles? Why do I have to go through these again? His so called best friends were nowhere in sight to help us with their drunk friend. Our male neighbors walked away despite our pleas to control that lunatic. I was outright pissed.

With everything and everyone.

The best thing was, he could carry on the whole saga from 10pm till 6am. I wouldn’t elaborate the details. It was just pure sickening madness.

I feel deeply for his girlfriend.

Walk away, girl. You deserve someone better. Not a woman batterer and alcohol abuser like him. Not an over-possessive prick like him.