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Tuesday, 30 December 2008

really f*cked up my mood, when me and 3 other friends, all guys were not granted excess to REBEL & POWERHOUSE on the 28th of December 2008. i must report this! okay, i was slightly piss off cause i was high, a bottle of smirnoff and smoked a joint, why won't you be? the reason was, we look like we were about to cause trouble while in the club. maybe because we were all guys, and Malays. mistaken us for 'matreps'. and thier explanation was, they don't want any trouble and the management has the right to allow and disallow entrance. but F*UCK, we were there fo a good time. weren't allow in REBEL, got into a cab with another group of people who were also were'nt allowed into, then to POWERHOUSE. then when we q'd up at the entrance of POWERHOUSE, a group of malay fellas, also weren't allowed in. they snapped, shout vulgarities to the bouncers, maybe one got a cheapshot on a bouncer. they were dragged out of the q. one bouncer, i heard him shout, "TAKMO KASI MATREPS MASOK!" dumbass. we tried our luck to go into the club and wait in the q. when its out turn to check our ic , straight up, weren't allowed in from the bouncer. i was ready to go home and sleep off the smirnoff and weed. we hang around there planning a last resort to have a good time.


in the end, we got into a cab again to DUXTON HILL (i snapped a picture of the Duxton Hill sign above). pubs were everywhere. was survey-ing around till we saw an old friend back in secondary school. he with his indian makkals. indians, they can hold their beers and get drunk as f*uck. lol. so, i was a virgin going to pubs. one thing about going to pubs is you gotta have loads of cash if u really wanna have a good time. in our case, we were all kinda short of cash so we just had 3 jugs of beers. i was trashed. we left and walked our way to somewhere around CID headquaters, ate at a indian restaurant. we found ourselves chilling on top of an overhead bridge till the first bus, where hafiz & jazli couldn't stop talking S*HIT.

f*uck. if only the Ministry Of Sound wasn't closed down and was there to save my ass.

~ happy new year! here comes 2009! let's party somewhere and get drunk as hell.

bear with me. 23:04


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