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A GOOD DAY
It wasn't a cool night in Tanjong Pagar, walking through the alleys of shop houses. Rachel brought us to the eclectic place called "The Pigeonhole." It kind of has the old school feeling of bean bags on the floor, vintage old red ladder sofa and dim lighting. I immediately stepped into a world of spaced out, drinking a nice toffee cider ordered by Rachel. And there, we talked about boys, anything under the roof.
After that, we weaved out way through the buzz of shophouses, and finally made way to an Indian restaurent called "spice club." I had a roti prata and Teh Ping. While thinking of how to spend the night, we sat there, talking about silly things again.
I suddenly thought of Zouk since it was a Wednesday night and we braved our way to Zouk via taxi, meeting a very witty taxi driver, who says things like..."So horny" when a car horned at home. haha.
When we reached Zouk, there was a whole sea of youngsters, don't know coming from which world. It was as if the whole world was there. We wanted to go wine bar, but the crowd was too overpowering that we made our way towards Robertson quay area. On our way to our destination, we went to a place called "The merry man. " The place had a two storey kinda high ceiling, with cool decors, except for the horrible music played in the Bar, though they played a nice song "ass back home" by Gym class Heroes.
Through the whole journey to the "Merry Man," we were swarmed by people, literally everywhere, on the floor, on the seats, on the bridge. It was a real festival happening perhaps celebrating the mood of National Day.
Everyone was so dressed up like in IMVU, wearing heels, fancy dresses, nice black shirts for guys that it seemed like the whole IMVU has turned into real life for me. We then walked our way, following the rivers, finally reaching to a destination, Clark Quay.
Finally, meeting a friend of rachel's while walking towards HomeClub. His name was Sean and he seemed like a quirky guy. We then decided to go to a coffee shop called BK house, people watching and having some makan to eat, watching butches pass by and drunken people walk pass the road as we set on our hard plastic chairs.
It ended off with Sean, who brought a few pennys and actually wanted to go home walking from Clark Quay to Bishan, which seemed impossible. HAHA. He eventually hitch a ride from us as we tried helplessly finding a cab, walking all the way up so far, like finding a firm place on the Titanic to sink down.
I came home at my latest, about 3.45am. Mum was sleeping and later me also went to sleep.
After that, we weaved out way through the buzz of shophouses, and finally made way to an Indian restaurent called "spice club." I had a roti prata and Teh Ping. While thinking of how to spend the night, we sat there, talking about silly things again.
I suddenly thought of Zouk since it was a Wednesday night and we braved our way to Zouk via taxi, meeting a very witty taxi driver, who says things like..."So horny" when a car horned at home. haha.
When we reached Zouk, there was a whole sea of youngsters, don't know coming from which world. It was as if the whole world was there. We wanted to go wine bar, but the crowd was too overpowering that we made our way towards Robertson quay area. On our way to our destination, we went to a place called "The merry man. " The place had a two storey kinda high ceiling, with cool decors, except for the horrible music played in the Bar, though they played a nice song "ass back home" by Gym class Heroes.
Through the whole journey to the "Merry Man," we were swarmed by people, literally everywhere, on the floor, on the seats, on the bridge. It was a real festival happening perhaps celebrating the mood of National Day.
Everyone was so dressed up like in IMVU, wearing heels, fancy dresses, nice black shirts for guys that it seemed like the whole IMVU has turned into real life for me. We then walked our way, following the rivers, finally reaching to a destination, Clark Quay.
Finally, meeting a friend of rachel's while walking towards HomeClub. His name was Sean and he seemed like a quirky guy. We then decided to go to a coffee shop called BK house, people watching and having some makan to eat, watching butches pass by and drunken people walk pass the road as we set on our hard plastic chairs.
It ended off with Sean, who brought a few pennys and actually wanted to go home walking from Clark Quay to Bishan, which seemed impossible. HAHA. He eventually hitch a ride from us as we tried helplessly finding a cab, walking all the way up so far, like finding a firm place on the Titanic to sink down.
I came home at my latest, about 3.45am. Mum was sleeping and later me also went to sleep.
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