NYE..

It was supposed to be a great night of untame fun to bring this terrible year to a close.. So, a week before.. being the organiser again, I work out the timetable...


Countdown @ MoS.

- Meetup @ MoS at 7pm
- Proceed to buy Pre-sale tix ( was told could buy from 5-8pm)
- Dinner
- Back to MoS to Q.. (coz doors open at 9pm.. or so they say.)
- Get stamped.. come out.. head to 7-11 to get ourselves piss drunk
- Join back re-entry Q by10.30pm..
- Check out the babes, dance ourselves nuts & wait for countdown..


Sounds good??






Alas.. it was not to be.




MoS management people take note..



I just have 1 thing to say...








YOU SUCKS!!!!






Reach there by 7.. was told pre-sale tix ended early.. by 7!! (Errrgggggg...!!!!!)





Nevermind..


I asked what time they Q will start.. the asshole in black says 8pm..
Ok lor.. so as I was alone.. went to Liang Court to walk walk..



When my friends reach.. I walk over.. a pretty sizeable Q has already formed.. & its only 7.30pm! WTF... (Isn't it supp to be at 8pm???)


The ridiculous Q at 8.30pm





Even 'Uncle' Crix is here.. Is there a senior citizen club around here??



Nevermind...

We Q, as we were pretty much in the 1st part of the damn Q..



9pm came.. & went.. the freaking Q is still not moving..


10pm.. still in the same spot..

Hot as hell & the Q is not moving at ALL.. I could stand it no longer, went to confront the people at the door.


Say they are letting the pre-sale tix holders go in 1st. Ok, logical.. but they should at least let some of the main Q in as well.. Mayb to a ratio of 5:1.. Anyway, nothing much that could be done. so i went back to my friends in the Q.


To my horror.... I found that we are actually at the back of the Q, when there are supposed to be like a million people behind us (by the time I left to confront those useless bums at the door, the Q has already snake to the junction at MITA building!) The rest of the Q actually got so messed up that people are just cutting Q & turning into a huge slob of bodies.


To cut the story short, I storm to the door again to screw the si-botak angmo there.. told me that they have only 10 people for crowd control.. (wtf.. its NYE & this is suppose to be their biggest club in the world.. & they have only 10 people?!!) #&^$@%#...


Pissed off.. we left. Should have just join the hippo tour instead!
They're having much more fun going around screaming their lungs out.. on top of the open-air double decker bus.


Anyway, went to Club Momo in the end.. Q was ok.. but fast moving..
Packed as sardines.. hardly any place to dance too.. hiazz.. But as a consolation.. haha.. was pick up by a ger.. woohoo..!



Club Momo

Ended the nite early at momo.. left there at 1+.. went for some drinks & supper at Bencoolen.

What a way to start a year...

Owls..

Its 4am.. sleep seems to be the last thing on my mind.
So here I am.. sipping my Ice Milo with Tricia @ westcoast.

West side is rather pathetic if you ask me... at 4am, there's really not much options to go..


It sux!

Why cant more 24hr establisments be built here? I mean... why congregate all in the East? Do they sleep later than us?



Mosaic shot from my D500c.. kinda grainy but not bad lar.. (McCafe)



Arrghh.. touch on this another day.. in a very zombified mood now.
Its New Year's Eve.... & here I am in office on a sat!

Heck, even the lifts are "Off" today..Out of the 6 lifts.. 1 is down (probably on MC), the others only have 1 of their 4 lights lighted up... & 1 of the lift completly no lights at all (Guess still sleeping..)

There should be a law that forbids working on weekends or at least on eve of Public Holidays.. violators will be made to work 7 days a week for a year! Hahahaa..




Tricia playing hide & seek... =P

Finally.. a decent shot... =D

Stock-take time?

The last 2 days to this year.. Time to do some stock-taking?

Craps like.. "What have I achieved & how I vowed to make next year a better one".. guess many of u had this notion.


Fuck it.


Not gonna brood over spilled milk, nor measure against my accomplisments (if any).. not gonna make any resolutions either.


Going to just enjoy whatever shit life's throwing at me next year... I'll throw back at it.



In addition,


Just be thankful I've the chance to welcome the new year in good health. As the grey pigments slowly crawls up north to our crowning glory each year... Health will be a reward in itself.


So CHEERS to Good Health, people!


Happy New Year!!



ps. Oh, in case u miss this years' fireworks... enjoy my little fireworks!


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My first foray into html scripts... know nUtS about it in fact. Just bumping around till I get it right... so how u find the page?

Oh, by the way.. Merry Christmas!

Salsa anyone?

Tantalising your tastebuds?

Nope, not your spicy sauce of chopped, usually uncooked veggies or fruit... But a popular form of Latin-American dance music, characterized by Afro-Caribbean rhythms, Cuban big-band dance melodies, and elements of jazz and rock.. wonder what similiarities they share.. hmmm.... Spicy?!

Anyway,

A recent conversation with a certain group of friends has triggered a long hidden desire to explore & master this ancient sensual (read: not sexual) ritual of rhythmic movement of bodies dressed in flamboyant & often ridiculously extravagant costumes.. hmmm.. or was that Cha cha?

After much consideration.. factoring in things like cost ($1.50 nasi lemak for 2 weeks' lunch.. ok lar..) & time. I've decided to take the plunge & get embarrased in front of 18 other complete strangers.

Afterall.. life's a short 8 decades or so.. & as I'm reaching my 3rd.. so why not, ya?!

Wish me luck, ppl!

& oh ya, Santa.. if you're too bored waiting for next year's Christmas.. mind DHL over a pair of magical dancing shoes?

Promise I'll be good... =P

A wary start..

Ok.. my third and final attempt at a blog.. the other two are a complete disaster. Don't ask me why.. but i thought they are distant relatives of a traditonal diary. Ssheesh...!