Racing, Germans and Jazz

Alright... (I think every time I start an entry with "alright", it is because I am in recovery state). Now I do not know if this entry will be full of long life lessons but I am going to write it anyway and we shall see where we end up.

Introduction
Like most of my stories, it starts as something and then finishes with something else. So, a few days ago, someone came up with the idea that the horse race (Singapore Cup or whatever that thing is) will be on and that we should go because it is allot of fun. Suddenly, I had this brain image of someone with a Fedora hat who was yelling, shouting at the horse with fists in air and spilling his drink all over the paper littered floor... Anyway it sounded kind of funny so I said that I was keen as long as we get hats.

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So, it is Saturday afternoon and I painfully wake up at around 1300 O'clock. I look at my Facebook (it kind of just means to open my eyes since the laptop(Lucy) is resting her head on my second pillow) and see that Mark sent me a message ~30 minutes ago. Obviously, I have completely forgotten about the fact that we planned to go horse racing. I have no idea what time the event starts. I do not have a phone. I am not dressed. My goldfish is depress. I can not find my wallet.

So, I jump out of bed and run to the hawker center behind my house. I try to ring Mark on a public phone (those things are getting rare). He does not answer. I run to one of the second hand mobile shop and haggle my way through am Samsung mobile. (30 minutes... I'm impressed... I probably got ripped off) I then buy a new Sim card from the 7/11. While this is getting processed, I quickly grab some Chicken Chops from one of the western restaurant. (at least with that, I know that I am not going to be fighting with plastic chop sticks for another half hour) I swallow it very quickly and then go back to 7/11 to grab my new fully activated SIM card. I give a few phone calls and I am off to Chinatown in quest of a hat.

After allot of browsing through the tourist packed street market, I can only find some cowboy hats. I though this can work but I really hate the cowboy style and would never forgive myself to wonder around with one of those on my head. So, I end up meeting with Mark and we decide to put our faith in the hands of the cab driver. He brings us to this place where we easily found something cheap that is similar to a fedora. I haggle it from 15 to 10 dollars in about 3 minutes. We then jump into a bus to Mark's place so he can get change, have a drink and we're off to the race.

The Race
We get to the woodland Turf Club at about 1800 O'clock. We meet up some of Mark's friends. I have a bottle of Gordon Gin in my bag which the security nicely let me pass through the gate. (I had a whole smuggle plan...) So, without knowing ANYTHING about horse racing, we start drinking and betting on random horses.

"Oh that guy has a good name!"
"That jockey looks like a sneaky fucker!"
"that horse has the same name as an image compression algorithm!!"

Thats about how smart our choices are. It is really funny to see how people will get really into it. Obviously, some of them are betting allot of money on those races. Personally, I find it quite underwhelming. I never really believed in lottery and betting. It's all fake and you never make as much money as what you lose. I guess it is good to practice enjoying losing which I guess is more valuable than the money you potentially could win. I also realize that I have a problem with knowing when to shout for my horse. The race would usually start and I would be screaming like crazy but soon realize that I am the only one who's shouting. Someone eventually explained me that it is when the horses are close to the end that you are supposed to shout. I find the whole concept rather stupid since you are behind a window and there is no way that the horse or the jockey will hear you but it still is allot of fun.

Once again, I realize that I am impressed with how sad allot of those people are and once again, it is all due to MONEY. That night, this evil concept probably ruined a few people's life just because they though that a horse could potentially relieve them from all their troubles. How stupid do you have to be? I guess that if you are a loser type of person, it is good since you cannot really affect the outcome of the race. You cannot blame yourself directly for having lost the race. This might be one of the reason why some people will bet on a horse instead of going to the casino.

Anyway, I will cut the long story short, go for a Murtabak and then come back to finish. brb

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So anyway, my horse (Jay Peg...jpeg... kekekeke...) won the big race, so I made 34$ out of 10$... wuhu! big fuckin deal... whatever...

After the second big race, we leave the stadium to go for dinner in a "fancy" german restaurant in Vivo city. We meet up with a bunch of German/Scotish people (I think). Now I do not know where Mark found those people but there were some very high class people in there. I feel a bit out of place to just rock up there with my converse shoes, a bottle of water filled with gin in my hand and a fake fedora hat that I found in chinatown but that kind of stuff never bother me that much. I am more worrying about how prestigious the place is. You kind of feel like if you are a super star and everyone is watching you. (I actually had second though about how much sauce should I put on whatever I was having or whether I should start by the potatoes or the meat...)

Anyway the people are quite nice. We are just chatting about the usual (where everyone comes from, where everyone lived, how it is different from here, germans, etc). After the food, those people happen to be Jazz fans so we head to St-James, up stairs in the Jazz room. (I did not know that the place even existed but now the tables had turn. I fitted perfectly with the crowd due to the hat that I bought earlier. I remember one of the guy saying that he wanted a hat). We get there and there is a live band on stage. A very very pretty signer too. She happens to be half Canadian and half Filipina. (I would have said chinese but what do I know... ). Anyway, it is about midnight. Mark and Me consult each others to see whether it is wyze to stay here due to the fact that we are supposed to work tomorrow, We figure that "we are not actually forced to work" so we kind of say "fuck it! bring on the drinks!". We start drinking heavily and we start talking shit. I can recall myself trying to explain to a banker and some other dude with money my whole theory of "money sucks!". I also met up with a group of malaysian people who came over the border just for the night (I can not remember the reason). We end up dancing to the jazz band for a while too (I did not know that I could dance on jazz music but hey... after a few drinks, everything is possible I guess...)
I also met one of the signer in the band (actually, I probably met the whole band). Tom Brown! haha that dude made me laugh. Jazz was not exactly his type of music but he was a great performer so he kind of got a job as a Jazz signer. Anyway the dude was a character so I chatted with him for a while.

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Now I do not know how this happened but me and Mark took off through St-James and went dancing/drinking a bit everywhere. I have some souvenirs of us being the only one dancing at the Boiler room (déjà vue?). Also some souvenirs of Mark arguing with every single bouncer in St-James because they did not want to let us in. So, I grab Mark and drag him outside before he gets bash. I am not actually sure whether we made it inside. I do have some souvenirs of Movida but I am really not sure.

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So we are standing outside of Movida and we see one of the guy that was with us in the Jazz club. He is getting dragged outside because he can barely stand up. His knee is bleeding all over the place. We went in to help, I told the bouncers that we will get him into a cab. Mr.Tom Jones was there trying to help too. Anyway after a bit of loud talk, we manage to get him in the cab. If we were in Australia, the dude would have probably gotten bashed by the bouncers but here they seem very tolerant.

So we chat a bit more with Tom and since everything was shutting down (I think that was the reason) he paid us a drink at the gay bar (or anyway outside... we never really made it in). The dude happened to be gay (didn't surprise me that much... i mean... he didn't have the full on faggot look or style but anyway). So we just chatted for a while, dropped my drink on the ground and then eventually took off with Mark because some dude kept telling me that I had a nice shirt. We manage to get a cab and then got home at around 5000 O'clock.

I then fell asleep waching The Evil Dead. I had some really weird dreams because of that.

Now here I would like to make another side note to point out how I am a bit sick of writing notes about my nights out. Obviously, I do not document every single one of them. I try to be selective to the ones that are remotely meaningful. I do feel that some of them are worth documenting due to some life experience that I encounter through them but I would like to write a bit more about... erm... meaningful subjects? So bare with me... the good intentions are there. In the mean time, I will just practice my writing skills.

Jesus Camp

Alright, I’ve just finished watching the documentary “Jesus Camp”.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0486358/

It’s on youtube too

I gotta say, this was one of the most fascinating/disturbing documentary I’ve ever seen. Basically, it’s about a summer camp in the States where parents send their child so that they can get though about christianity. (just think of a mix between going to church and Crystal Lake *chuckles*) They would learn about abortion, homosexuality, Islam, politician, preaching, and a whole bunch of other subjects that are covered in the bible. The point of view of the film was mainly directed toward how we need to save the nation. There were also a few shots where a radio host would try to protest against the camp.

I believe this movie can be appreciate by both Christians (to see how the nation is doing an effort to bring the word of god into the younger generation) and Atheist (to see how the church has gotten out of hand in the west).

I will do my best to keep a neutral point of view while reviewing this film. I think that I’ve managed to see some good and some bad in it.

Personally, I’ve been raised in a community that was quite strong with it’s Catholic believes. I could somewhat relate to those children when they were doing their religious homework and their parents directing them into the way of god. I could also see that some of those kids were relatively bright. (some just looked like retards but we’ll come back to that one) There was a young girl who preferred Christian Heavy Metal bands to Britney Spears due to them having an actual message.
Side note: Personally, as long as my children rock… they have my full support.

Now I want to state this. I believe that the Christian religion do have some good values. They teach love, they teach forgiveness, they teach how to be good to others, they teach about peace and the list goes on. I believe that those things needs to be strengthened. I believe that they are key values to have in our society so that it can succeed, evolve and flourish into something that is enjoyable to live in.

What disappointed me about this film is that sure… they teach the kids to go toward god (and whatever fits in that basket) and god will usually teach those values through the bible. But, those people didn’t seem to teach peace, they didn’t seem to teach love, they didn’t seem to teach forgiveness. They seemed like they were teaching the kids to be soldiers. They were teaching them how to behave in a way that was similar to our ancestors who would put a bayonet on the throats of indigenous people telling them to believe in god otherwise they wouldn’t even make history. The women in charge would get the childrens to scream “this is war!”. Now, I still haven’t read the bible back to back, but I don’t believe that god intended to propagate peace through war. It makes as much sense as fucking for virginity.

I mean, what ever happened about teaching people how to love their neighbors. Helping a homeless person on the street. Letting your seat to an old lady on the bus. Planting a tree. Showing the good example of how we can make this world a better place. The bible tells us what to do right (usually) but it doesn’t show us how. Also, people are sheeps. They need to see other people do the right thing and might just go “hey, I believe that i can do this better!” or “that guy is cool, I wanna be cool too so I’m gonna do just like him”. Sure you can say that “hey let’s do like Jesus cuz Jesus is cool”. But the bloke has been dead for 2000 years! He wore a dress! He looked like a hippie! He talked about stuff that simply doesn’t make any sense nowaday. That kind of shit just doesn’t work…

I was also very offended by the fact that the mother was teaching the kid that global warming is not that big of an issue since the temperature has only increased by “0.6 degrees” last year. Now sure… pick on evolution… what do I care. Natural selection will eventually do it’s job. But global warming is a current issue! We’re not exactly fighting against a belief here… we’re fighting for people getting evicted out of their home because their island is “sinking”. Go live in Queensland Australia for a year and let me know what you think about the water restrictions. Or just spend 10 years there (if you can handle it) and take some picture of the same spot on the great barrier reef and compare them. That country is dying very quickly!.

They also made a comparison with Islam and how they put machine guns and grenades into 5 years old kids to teach them how they should “give up their life for god”. (because all islamic people are terrorists...) Anyway, it is not by trying to “out fanatise” those people that we will win. This is just an absurd notion! People!!! Religion is not supposed to be a car race! It’s supposed to be a spiritual way of life that you have with yourself and use it to influence the way you behave to improve your ways of life.

Also one of the kid was asked when did he started to believe in god. His answer simply had to be arranged. He said that he was “saved” at the age of 5 years old.
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Saved? Saved from what? You’re 5 years old! I mean… you had nightmares? You still hadn’t learned toilet training? You cannot possibly comprehend what you’re getting into when you’re 5 years old. I think this is very wrong for parents to teach this kind of stuff to a kid. Teach them to share, teach them to be nice, teach them the values. When they’re old enough to comprehend what it is to believe in god, they can pick the one that suites whatever makes sense to them.

I think I’m getting a bit out of hand here… I wanted to make this a neutral review…

Dammit!

Ok I’ll finish by the 2-3 things that made me laugh during that movie

(ok this one is sad).
The movie was sponsored by McDonald and Pepsi. (the devil’s work right there...)

The camp was located at Devil’s Lake (now that’s pure basic irony but I like it!)

and here comes the kicker…

apparently Harry Potter is the enemy of god!!
if we were in the old testament, he would have been put to death!
(quoted)

another good quote is: “Liberalism is dead!”

Last night in a nutshell

So anyway… surprise surprise… I’m still hung over (I know… 3 days in a row… I’m awful!) but
anyway, let me tell you the story of last night (in a nut shell)(the whole thing is in 2
parts as usual...)

Metal gig
Last night started quite early (4pm...). I went to some death metal concert
http://a921.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/79/l_a326e38d46cdcac6d1524aeafc0bec10.jpg

I wasn’t expecting much but those things don’t happen very often so I was quite dedicated to go. It only costed 7$ too… So I caught a cab to Thomson Rd without knowing where it was and what was on it. The cab driver didn’t knew the building where the gig was. so I just started walking on that road. Now, let me tell you that Thomson Rd is a pretty big fuckin road. I must have walked at least 3 km in the wrong direction to get told to catch a bus in the other direction. (I don’t usually take buses… I just walk). So I must have walked about 8 km right there until I found the freakin place. It was inside a community club. The sound wasn’t really good. There wasn’t many people. The bands weren’t great. BUT! like all good metal gigs, the spirit was there!

Pretty much a complete malay affaire. I was the only white guy in there, very few chinese and maybe 3-4 indonesians.

Now, I gotta make a confession here. I always had a weakness for 2 things. 1. malay girls 2. girls who are wearing a shirt with “I survived the lake of bodom” written on it. (I guess only a handful of reader will understand the last point) but anyway… you could find all the above in that place. \o/

So back on topic, you could find the usual bands who sang about incest and eating virgins. There was also the typical fat guitar player who just kept throwing solos at the wrong time and place until he breaks a string… The crowd was also quite young. There was a bit of slam dancing action going on which was kind of fun to watch. I didn’t participate for reason that I was afraid to get my piercing ripped and lose my eyebrow. (this would have been the first metal concert that I ever went to where I didn’t jump into the crowd… very odd… like something was missing)

Personally, I would have sacked the sound guy. Sometime you could only hear the guitar/drum but not the voice. Sometime you could only hear distortion on the bass. Anyway the sound was awful, I was a bit disappointed by that.

Now here’s something that picked my attention. I never saw much punks in singapore. They’re kind of hard to find. Well, there were some last night but they weren’t exactly punk. They had the mohawk and everything, but.... they were wearing death metal shirts and dressed in black. It was almost a cross bread or something!

The last band was quite interesting. Apparently they’ve been around for a while (like at least late 90s) and they were some kind of mix between Slayer… Megadeth… and then Slayer again. That band was just funny. The lead signer kept doing air guitar with his microphone wire (I called it “mic guitar“). they had a few ok trash song, few ok heavy metal songs… but the ending was the coolest. They got a second signer on stage and did some black sabbath covers (war pig and paranoid). The crowd went off for those ones.

So, after the gig, I jumped in a cab for chinatown MRT.

Nurrul’s Shananagin
So anyway the whole thing was happening on the roof at the Screening Room. Personally I had no idea where the restaurant was. The information she gave me was “I think the closest MRT is chinatown” (very useful tip)

So I drop out of the cab and started to walk in a random direction while asking people if they knew where the place was. Nobody did… So I just kept walking.

I ended up in Tajong Pagar..... (i knew i was at the wrong place)... so I screamed

So I kept walking and walking and asking and asking until I reached another MRT. By that time, I had absolutely no idea where I was. The only things I could see were KTTV clubs. I read the sign “Outram”. so I said: “FUCK!”. My situation wasn’t getting better. I kept walking but it was getting freaking hot by then so, I stopped into one of the ktv place for a drink. (zomg the girls in there were beautiful. they couldn’t speak english but still… very very attractive. if it wasn’t that they charged me 20$ for a gin on the rock… I would have stayed there) I got back out, bumped into 3 locals and asked them if they knew where the screening room was. They did! “yes!!!” BUT they kinda went “you’re so far off, its not funny” so I hailed a cab and told them to explain to the driver where I was going. Apparently all I needed to know was “club st”. wow!... (thanks Nurul!!!)

So, I make it to the club. There was a few lucas people there and a few random friends. The place was quite nice. I chatted with a bunch of random people. As the night went and Mr.Jeffrey kept on bringing me double gin on the rock… i got out of control pretty quickly. I started making a massive manifesto to one of the “jump” student. I was explaining him my philosophy of music. Then I did about the same to his girlfriend about my philosophy on horror films. (sorry guys… i didn’t mean to waste ~2 hours of your life)

Then it kind of all went downhill from there. I started sitting on the ground and then sleeping on the ground until someone got decided on the “where we were going next”.

Zouk was the final answer (my hatred for that place just keeps on growing every time I go).

Now, I don’t know why but I said once (or many time) and I’m saying it again, “I DON’T EVER WANT TO GO TO A DANCE CLUB EVER AGAIN!”. For some mysterious reason, I just keep going back. Just like most men have this girl (usually one per life) who has psychologically hurted/tortured them but for some stupid reason… she can ALWAYS get you back crawling to her knees to then just kick you in the chin once again.

So anyway we went to Velvet thingy next door to Zouk which is not bad of a bar but suddenly, it was the xmas party all over again. I was completely trashed and part of the group (Jeffo and Christine) grabbed me and told me “we’re going inside zouk”. Again, I really don’t know why but it sounded like a good idea. So thats it… I spent the rest of the night on the top of the pyramid dancing and hating myself until I decided that I wanted a hotdog. We then bumped into people we knew (I think) and went home.

So anyway.... happy bday Nurrul, good night out and make sure you don’t grow up too fast, it’s bad for your health. oh and good luck…

I'm Going To Bangkok!!!

i dunno why the excitement. i hate the freakin place but for some strange reason, i can’t wait to be there again. so yeah, should be just a brief weekend with some mates from work (pretty much the same who came to Malaysia).

so far on my TODO list there is

*getting severly trashed
*take some footage of Khaosan Road on a friday night (should be lots of interesting stuff/people going on)
*getting severly trashed
* Find an illegal hidden elephant (thanks Mark… i wouldn’t have though of that one myself)
*getting severly trashed

i’m open to suggestion if you have any recommendation of what to do during a weekend in BK (as long as its not “visiting temples”. i’ve seen enough of those).

Comedy, music, nice place.... connecting?

alright.... after a long search and lots of deceptions… i think i finally found a place that i enjoy going out to in singapore. (about freakin time!)

so here’s how it all started.

today, some dude at work sent a post on the mailing list about some club where there was comedy going on. personally, i loooove comedy. and there is no official comedy club in singapore. so i quickly jumped on the occasion and headed there after work. since i didn’t have too much work, i decided to have a night off (its been a few weeks now where i’ve worked overtime every night).

so anyway, i went there at about 7-7:30… (opening hours). there wasn’t too many people but the ambiance looked good. i sat down and ordered a gin and tonic.

out of no where, the owner of the place came chat with me. i went for a smoke with him. he explained me how the place worked and how they were trying to be an “underground/indy” club and stay true to the music and environment. GREAT! thats exactly what i’ve been after! right there i knew that i found something that held promises. then when i went back inside, i started talking with the waiter who was apparently lebanese (didn’t look or sounded like one) but he was a surfer/snowboarder so right there we were in for a long chat about what kind of board/binding/boots/tricks and what not.

then the band started.... they kicked off with an interesting acoustic version of “wish you were here” (pink floyd). i though this is great.

then the people from Lucas came in. i had a chat with them, met some new interesting people (from level 6...). suddenly, some black american guy started talking in the mic. and god… this guy had a great darkish sense of humor. very funny guy. picking on people in the crowd.... looking into people’s purse when they went off for a smoke, etc. then more music. more comedy, etc.

anyway i had a great night and i’m pretty sure that i’ll be going back next week (if work allows it). now i just hope that i won’t be hung over tomorrow.

oh and btw, the place is called “the hideout”. its on 3rd floor at 31b circular road in boat quay

N.I.N. Releases a new album

“As a reward for how well the Ghosts thing went 2 months ago, Trent has just released another album, “The Slip”.

But there won’t be any form of commercial release until around july, for now the whole album is available free online, with all tracks under a Creative Commons license again.

The 10 tracks are available as mp3 (86MB), flac (259MB), m4a (263MB) and 24Kbit/96KHz wave (1.2GB) and come with a 14 page pdf doc album liner thingy. The mp3 version is a direct download in a zip, the other 3 options are all torrents.

Unlike the previous 4 cds, these aren’t instrumentals, they are actual songs with vocals by Trent.

Go here to grab it:
http://dl.nin.com/theslip/signup
”

good on ya Trent!!!

and congrats to everyone who (like me) paid for the last album (even if it took ages to get delivered)

R.I.P. Benny

my cactus benny just died from thirst (and lack of love)... now tats how you know that you have an un-balanced lifestyle..

nyway, farewell benny… i hope you went to a better place

Snowboard, alcohol and a girls (drunk writing too...)

Alright, here’s another “what crazy thing happened to Mr.Franky in asia” entry.

Ao here it is… my plan for yesterday was to go snowboarding. yes… i know… i live in singapore but hey… you gotta know what you want…
so here’s where my journey “commenced”
http://www.snowcity.com.sg

Basically they have a building with a “big” slope in there where they make artificial snow and you can go there to make yourself part of the group of people who want to go snowboarding on a tropical sand island. (there has to be a few of us out there...)

The place is in Jurong East which is completely at the other end of the country from where I live but I had passion driving me! the district was quite nice. i swear if there’s a geek district in Singapore.... it’s the place! science center… big library… imax… big building with “informatic” written on it.... it goes on.

so i get there, make my way through the science center, dodging kids and dinosaurs in hope to find the infamous snowcity.

after asking directions to a bit everyone, i finally got there. apparently, there was only tubes going on at that time and snowboard only started at 8. (it would have been about 1-2 in the afternoon) so i chatted a bit with the dude over there and asked him if i could become a snowboard instructor. i didn’t give a shit how much it paid, i just wanted the experience (and being able to snowboard at the same time) . so after lots of loud talk, i went see a mummy exposition. now that was kinda cool altho the coffins were replicas (i think). as the time passed, i got more and more excited and really wanted to go riding. i figured that i couldn’t rent equipment without a photo ID, so i went back home to get that and then cabbed back around 8:30.

now here’s where the disappointment started. i get there at around 9 and the place is closed. nobody in there. FUCK! it must have been 8 am and not 8 pm… so anyway, i’m standing there in the science center car park on my own on the opposite side of the island and realized that the only thing to do is to go catch the train back home. so i jump on the train, sit on the ground and rest my head on the glass window.

About half way (around RedHill) through the east west line, i tell myself: “you know what? this is bull shit… i’m going out!”. i was quite bored as usual and needed something new so i jumped off at Tanjong Pagar.

i heard before that there were bars over there so i though that i would check it out. the place looked very chinese. so i start walking around and manage to find the main street where all the bars are located. after some thai dinner and a good look around, the place was definitely chinese. anyway, i heard some live music coming from some random bar so i decide to check it out since its what i’m usually out for.

so i stumbled into this bar which looked quite nice. a band playing all sort of rock songs from rolling stone, pink floyd, lynyrd skinyrd, etc. there was also an awesome girls vs boys ration. so here i am sitting quietly at the bar, drinking gin, watching the band, etc and then suddenly, i get this epiphany. “hang on… this is not only a good ratio… this is a very un-usual ratio. not only that, they’re all fuckin gorgeous!”. actually… I NEVER SEEN SO MANY BAR GIRLS IN ONE PLACE! and there were all the flavors… chinese, thai, Filipina, indian, etc. so anyway bar girls are not exactly my thing but i though i’d stay for the band. meanwhile i started getting “harassed”... girls started to get all over me. randomly rubbing my dick and trying to kiss me. sometime more than one at the time. kinda hard to tell them that i wasn’t interested. when they asked my name, i would answer them that I’m jesus (of the chris family...) and came from japan. they would answer me that they were the virgin mary from europe. (*sight*) then i would tell them that i can hear daddy joseph calling her “over there”.

so as tempting as the whole thing was, i wasn’t gonna be stupid. i went for a smoke with the waitress that i chatting up and actually asked her: “so… what is the shemale ratio around here?” and the reply…

*drum roll*

“about 70%”

yeap… 70%.... and most of them you wouldn’t have a fuckin clue. so now as i go back inside, it was kind of really fun to watch all those foreigner who came in the place for a “good time” and none of them had a clue that the person who was rubbing her ass against their crotch was actually a dude. definitely entertained me for a while. i was also amazed to see what some people will do for MONEY.

so when the band finished, i went outside and met some australian middle age women who had been living in singapore for about 9 years. i was kinda surprised to see them in that place but hey… whatever works for you. had a long chat with them about random stuff until some waitress tried to make me pay for a bill that i already paid. i left my glass on the ground, sneaked out and went hiding in some other bar.

the place was even worst. girls dancing in undies on the counters… lots and lots of girls…

so i went for a smoke and some guy says to me “hey you work at the signature don’t you” .... fuck! someone knows me!

it was apparently some guy from credit swisse on level 6 who i never actually noticed (they all look indian to me...) but he knew who i was because i’m always smoking on level 1. i had a chat with him and then went back dancing inside because they were playing Metallica. oh i forgot to say… those places had probably the best music in singapore. lots of poppy dance songs but also lots of rock music going around. i’m tempted to go back just for that reason.

then it kind of went all blurry from there… i kept bar hopping for a while. i fell into a gutter in some back alley while going smoking and hurt my thigh. chatted with lots of random people who i can’t exactly remember.... and then the bars shut down because it was 5 am

so now.... EVERYBODY is trying to get a girl (not too different from normal bars...). amazing time to be on the street. so i went for food and then jumped in a cab and went home

now all is left of that night is this text and a bad hung over.