Ministry of Sound

My usual clubbing buddy of mine, Hairol and me went to MOS … well not that kind of MOSque but the gelek-gelek shake your ass type of event.

I invited him to come for the annual NTU Bash. It seems that this year location is far better than last year’s which was held at some ‘ulu’ isolated pub-club in Clarke Quay.

I can’t even recalled the pub name … And yes, no girls for this outing, just the two of us.

Guys night out I guess.

Well a random thought came to mind suddenly is that, what I find cute is the vast difference between guys and girls taking the time to prepare and getting ready for functions.

For us guys, its the shower, put on the pants, tshirt, smack some cologne and you’re done. From my past relationships, girls will take like ‘forever’!

Still after all that preparation, it’s worth all the effort as they’ll look hot and stunning yar, and at that point of time, the song “Tempted to touch” will crept into my mind … and my imagination runs wild.

Hahaha ok let’s get back to the topic at hand …

Wanna see how my smelly room looks like?
There you go … posing there is a smelly guy too

Before the event, I had some family function at Woodlands in the evening and the clubbing tickets states it’s valid only for entries before 10pm. Bullocks la, I don’t see the logic in that. Clubbing before 10pm?

Anyway due to the family function, I was late and had to rush down in a cab. Thank god my cab driver was ace! Along the way, he even drafted an Evo and sped past him. Hahaha. ‘Wa caya lu lah ahpek’!.

Still I arrived late, it was around 10.10pm.

The tickets, it’s called Original Sin
Wonder why? I don’t know myself ;-p

There was one biatch at the entry who was really ‘sibe-on’ serious about her job. She was checking mine and Hairol ID, looking rather stern, intensely making sure it was us on the ID.

I know she’s just doing her job but it was kinda cute la. So I curtly gave her the ‘act-cute’ face while Hairol gave her the ‘blur-cock’ face when she ‘checked’ us out.

After we passed that security check, I was really hoping they will let us in being only around quarter past the hour late. But another biatch at the door won’t allow it. Well I pleaded but of no use.

She asked me to look for the organizer but hello! I don’t fucking know them, they’re like inside MOS probably drunk and I wasn’t given entry at that point of time, how the hell am I supposed to find them with no access.

But there luckily some bouncer dude who said it was ok. Thank god, if not I would have to pay extra for the entry.

Area54, the retro dance floor

Whoppeee, so we went inside and I found out MOS on weekdays is rather ‘vacant’. It was around 10.30 pm at that point of time, maybe the crowds hasn’t packed in yet. Also several places was out of bounds and sealed up. Only the main dance floor and Area54 was open. So me and Hairol decided to chill at the retro area on the second level.

Upon finding a cosy corner, a Filipino lady took our orders. As she was trying to explain to us the drinks available, I turned to Hairol and asked him “Kau faham tak?”. I couldn’t make head or tails what she’s trying to say, it’s was rather heavily accented with tagalog slang, no offence intended any Filipinos out there.

The only thing I clearly make out was “Pussy”. Haha, for a moment there, I thought she was a ‘pro’ … but thank god Hairol is a master of many languages like Swahili, Javanese, etc, he told me pussy drink are girls drinks. I don’t drink alcohol, so I ordered Fruit Punch.

We had a good chat, albeit we have to shout at times with the background music so loud. I found out something interesting about Hairol. Girls he’s a good catch. Future Mrs Hairol whoever you are, you’re in for a delightful surprise!

Well we chilled up till midnight when we decided to hit the dance floor at the main arena.

Main dance floor arena. Smoking hot!

It was rather cold as I stepped onto the main arena, I got goosebumps all over immediately. The DJ was already playing songs like “Drop it like its hot”, etc. It was R&B hiphip night. So to remedy my numbness, we hit the dance floor …

First round of dancing, we were near the DJ console area. Still plenty of people not yet ‘warmed up’ including me. Feeling kinda jerky when dancing, haha. Next to us was this Malay couple, NTU student? Maybe? I’ve never seen them before.

Well anyway the girl was wearing those short top that shows her belly. Please girls, if you have ‘babat’ don’t wear that, kinda freaked me out that night …

This is us going for Round 3 of dancing!

The selection of songs wasn’t that hot or great. Some songs are replayed couple of times and the DJ’s I think was having a bad ‘DJ day’. One moment the slow part will stretch like forever. I prefer a rhymtic and balanced fast and slow songs in between.

The both of us that night had 3 rounds of dancing session. In between we rested for toilet break and rest. During the respite, we enjoyed poking fun at people and just oggling.

The NTU bash was also open to the public, so there was some nice looking minah and cheena chicks. Not much of Indians or Punjabs though.

Around 4am we called it quits. We agreed that tonight wasn’t that ‘hot’ and not worth the effort in torturing our knees with any dance moves. Being an athlete, I can rate that dancing tonight is equivalent to burning some 500-600 calories burnt in 1 hour. That’s a good 3 hours plus of cardio for us that night. At least something good came out of it

I think Hairol profile looks good here

We went to MAC to ‘fuel’ up again. Finally had my first ever bite of the MacDonald’s Bagel Omellete. Yummy I tell you!! From there we took a cab home. I woke up 11am this morning and so far no ache, my knees feels ok, yeaaaaaa. I’m not that old eh …

Hairol thinks this looks cute. I think I look greddy piggy here, haha