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
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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…