Monday, October 19, 2009
Home club.
I did some shopping today. I finally bought an agnes b. scarf and a pair of suspenders. Well, after the very arduous task of hunting down the pieces, I met my friends at the Home Club. Darshenee, Mirjam, Ching Shean and Amos were there with me for some underage party. It was funny because our drink coupons wrote Bacardi Breezer but all I ever got was a glass of Coke. Although club had a great ambience, the crowd was anything but happening. It was disappointing because there was absolutely no one dancing and I swear the that socialising seemed to be just sitting around. Well, but there was an occasion when Mirjam pretended to be from an international school (because of her German blood) and the rest of us kinda got dragged into the situation. I did try to give my best Brit impersonation though. It does irk me a little at the lack of pride in being local. How sad to note that I have been so influenced by the media that I am slowing becoming a pseudo-westerner. Okay, going back to the club, I guess I can sum up the whole experience in a matter of words. 'I paid $18 for a glass of Coke.' I suppose, I'm a still greenhorn to this scene, though I must pride myself in starting a human chain in Zouk some time ago.
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you went to underage party..
ReplyDeleteof course its dull..
no alcohol involved...
once ur 18, i'll take u somewhere better..
Dith