Recharge Revelation
The Ultimate Beach Party – Port Dickson Beach RaveLast week, 2 different friend asked me to go for 2 different holidays.
Friend no. 1: A noisy, hot, sweaty beach. Port Dickson.
Friend no. 2: A quite, cold, cool mountain. Cameron Highlands.
It was a damn tough choice if you ask me. In Port Dickson there’s this beach rave going on and it’s like a major huge event where youth people will be jumping up and down going all around and it’s like once in a blue moon thing ya know. However, in Cameron Highlands there will be my old high school mates jumping around in the cool breeze, creating sound pollution and things like that. Well, I’ve always wanted to go on a holiday with them so it was a big choice between the beach and the mountain.
Before I could actually make a choice….
Friend no. 1 went out and bought tickets for me without my knowledge. ~!@#$%^. Pissed me off. So no choice but to go to Port Dickson.
Bye bye mountain…
In Port Dickson I stayed with Cynthia and her friends so it was nice and fun fun fun. I refused to stay with friend no. 1! Hahaha.. kidding… jangan marah ye. Neways, for someone who don’t quite enjoy dancing to trance, I had quite the fun. DJ Johan Gielen is so HOT. Ok…sorry, for those who don’t know me I have a thing for old ‘mat salleh’ guys. ANYWAY, there he was on stage raising his hand, singing to his songs…damn he looked like God to me. I have a feeling he feels like God too. It’s like everyone’s bowing down to him...didn’t actually happen but you know what I mean. And he plays good trance music too. For the first time I could actually enjoy dancing to trance. Freaky freaky…
I realized a lot of guys was wearing this flair and colourful looking pants. I thought it was hideous but apparently, it’s the “in” thing for shufflers.
Shufflers: People who dances to trance but only use their foot works.
These shufflers as they call themselves, wears flair or phat or what I like to call them ‘lala’ pants bugs me like mad. I mean hey, it ain’t easy to shuffle man but they took out a hell lot of space where they stand or dance and when they shuffle, you really have to stay out of the way man. They don’t care wan… they kick you, your problem lor…
So neways, 4.30 am and everyone’s sweaty and exhausted. We decided to head back to our apartment to ‘chilling kemilling’. A few of them became party poopers and went straight to sleep. Lousy people! But some stayed up to enjoy the moment.
6.00 am, my good friend Cynthia Ong Mei Ting, said “Hey, let’s wait a while more then we head down to the beach and watch the sun rise!” So all of us was like “Yeah! Let’s go!” 5 MINUTES later…
Mahani: Eh? Where’s Cynthia?
Kelvin : She sleeping already wor!
Mahani: Pukimak punya perempuan!
I couldn’t stop calling her a traitor after that.
Around 6.30 am, everyone felt tired so they decided to head for the bed. So I was like “ok”. I walked into the room I was supposed to sleep in and it was conquered by Cynthia, Ming Shen, John and Wen Loong. Ok. So I went to the second room and there’s Marvin, Michelle, Jason and Janice black. Baah! Walked to the last room and there’s Shaun, Sarah, Kelvin and Janice red. Babi! I had no idea where to sleep! So poor me stole one blanket from the first room, made it as a mat AND my blanket in the second room. Took my bag and it became my pillow. That was the saddest thing that happened to me in Port Dickson.
In the end, we all thought it was a great trip to the beach.

Cynthia, Me and Ming Shen. In our outfit to the beach rave.
























