Thursday, January 22, 2009
16:23 by FoxTwo
If you drink too much, you throw up.
Question is, why?
Well the video shown here explains it PERFECTLY :)
It's friggin' scary that it's soooo true.. except that usually it's vodka instead of Tequila that went in last...
16:23 by FoxTwo
Why Do You Throw Up After Drinking Too Much?
If you drink too much, you throw up.
Question is, why?
Well the video shown here explains it PERFECTLY :)
It's friggin' scary that it's soooo true.. except that usually it's vodka instead of Tequila that went in last...
Monday, January 05, 2009
13:40 by FoxTwo Yay first post!
Hah ok yeah so I'm 5 days late. I've been busy ok?
On New Year's Eve, 31 Dec 2008, I was with Endoh, Xizor, and Xinyun. You can see a pic of the celebration here at xinyun's blog.
I just want to show the video of the whole scene a few mins after the picture taken by xy :)
Heh nice eh?
13:40 by FoxTwo Yay first post!
Hah ok yeah so I'm 5 days late. I've been busy ok?
On New Year's Eve, 31 Dec 2008, I was with Endoh, Xizor, and Xinyun. You can see a pic of the celebration here at xinyun's blog.
I just want to show the video of the whole scene a few mins after the picture taken by xy :)
Heh nice eh?
Labels: drinking, pubbing, self
Monday, September 15, 2008
01:38 by FoxTwo Saturday is usually a rest-day for us, since we normally drink on Fridays. However this time it was a little different, because one of our drinking friends is leaving for a land far yonder, and we gathered to wish her well on her journey. Scratching our heads for a nice place to hold a farewell dinner-cum-drinks, another friend suggested a new place - The White Rabbit.
So, it was set. We headed to The White Rabbit.
First impression - the place was posh. It was indeed posh, as we later found out (at the bill). Secondly, it was a nice place indeed. Ambience was cosy, and best of all, food was good! Since I have already eaten dinner that day prior to us going to The White Rabbit, I only ordered side dishes and a salad.
I ordered the Macaroni and Cheese side-dish. I can't help it, I love cheese. When the dish came, I tucked in. I was actually pleasantly surprised at how good it was. The cheese was creamy, and full of texture. Everyone else also tried a small portion, and all agreed that it was good indeed. In my opinion the Mac And Cheese is the best I have ever tasted. Kudos!
She ordered something that looked yummy too. Sorry I forget the name. Here's a pic of that dish, and I wish I could remember the name now.
After dinner we ordered a whole bunch of desserts. My drinking buddy and I shared a Banana Split.
Honestly though, the banana split wasn't that fantastic. I can honestly say that Swenson's has better Banana Splits than White Rabbit. However, all is not lost. The other dessert, Mars Bars Souffle, was good!
Here it is. We were joking "Where are the Mars bars?". Seriously though, this is good too!
On the whole, we agreed that The White Rabbit had good food, and nice cosy ambience. Coincidentally, there was an event happening on that particular Saturday. It seemed that Mumm's champagne was having a promotion, and there was a free flow of Mumm's champagne out in the yard. Unfortunately though, free flow was restricted to only ladies.
We did hang around for a little bit, just so the ladies could have a go at the free champagne.
All in all, The White Rabbit is a nice place to go. However, be warned - it's not your average run-of-the-mill restaurant and bar. Expect to pay - A LOT.
01:38 by FoxTwo Saturday is usually a rest-day for us, since we normally drink on Fridays. However this time it was a little different, because one of our drinking friends is leaving for a land far yonder, and we gathered to wish her well on her journey. Scratching our heads for a nice place to hold a farewell dinner-cum-drinks, another friend suggested a new place - The White Rabbit.
So, it was set. We headed to The White Rabbit.
First impression - the place was posh. It was indeed posh, as we later found out (at the bill). Secondly, it was a nice place indeed. Ambience was cosy, and best of all, food was good! Since I have already eaten dinner that day prior to us going to The White Rabbit, I only ordered side dishes and a salad.
I ordered the Macaroni and Cheese side-dish. I can't help it, I love cheese. When the dish came, I tucked in. I was actually pleasantly surprised at how good it was. The cheese was creamy, and full of texture. Everyone else also tried a small portion, and all agreed that it was good indeed. In my opinion the Mac And Cheese is the best I have ever tasted. Kudos!
She ordered something that looked yummy too. Sorry I forget the name. Here's a pic of that dish, and I wish I could remember the name now.
After dinner we ordered a whole bunch of desserts. My drinking buddy and I shared a Banana Split.
Honestly though, the banana split wasn't that fantastic. I can honestly say that Swenson's has better Banana Splits than White Rabbit. However, all is not lost. The other dessert, Mars Bars Souffle, was good!
Here it is. We were joking "Where are the Mars bars?". Seriously though, this is good too!
On the whole, we agreed that The White Rabbit had good food, and nice cosy ambience. Coincidentally, there was an event happening on that particular Saturday. It seemed that Mumm's champagne was having a promotion, and there was a free flow of Mumm's champagne out in the yard. Unfortunately though, free flow was restricted to only ladies.
We did hang around for a little bit, just so the ladies could have a go at the free champagne.
All in all, The White Rabbit is a nice place to go. However, be warned - it's not your average run-of-the-mill restaurant and bar. Expect to pay - A LOT.
Labels: drinking, food, pubbing, self
Sunday, August 17, 2008
03:55 by FoxTwo
Image via Wikipedia For the older people among us, we remember the days when we used to dread the journey up to Dempsey Hill, the site of the old CMPB, or Central Manpower Base, to report for our compulsory 2 year stint in the SAF (Singapore Armed Forces).
(Yes, male Singaporeans are required by law to serve 2 years in the army here in Singapore).
We remember the lost looks most of us have on being sent away to an ulu island, for our BMT (Basic Military Training, or "Boot Camp"). The luckier few among us, get to do their BMTs on mainland Singapore up in Yishun (or "Nee Soon" in the old Hokkien dialect).
We remember the waves of goodbye and tears shed by parents and girlfriends as they waved us off to our various locations for BMT.
Tonight, however, we went back to the old CMPB location for a totally different reason - to eat and drink.
The intervening years have transformed the place. The whole place is now something like Holland Village (located not too far away) or Boat Quay. The old buildings have been renovated and now sport restaurants, bistros, pubs and spas.
First stop - Harry's Bar. Now, I have never been to any of the branches of Harry's Bar, and this is my first time in any of them. The place feels nice, but not really cosy. Drinks were ordered and we settled in pretty quickly.
Yeah more pictures of drinks only. Sorry we're pretty camera-shy :) Somehow I can't bring myself to "camwhore" on my blog. You will see lots of pictures but hardly any showing us in embarrassing poses.
The "band" that was playing there was actually very good. Well, more like a one-man band. It was just a single performer, using a host of digital equipment to provide music and entertainment for the pub goers there.
Seriously he is good. Not so much as he can tap the keyboard on the ground with his foot at the right time to bring up the drums or bass, but he is able to croon tunes of songs with his own style, and yet manage to not mangle the song. Now that is an achievement indeed!
We did notice that the bar next door, Quarubar, was deserted as we walked into Harry's. Later it was revealed to us that the owners of Quarubar were people without scruples, and it was probably why people avoided the place. I will not relate the story here, but suffice to say, it may contain a hint of truth, for people to avoid the place like that.
Anyway, we rounded the night off at a nearby MacDonald's outlet for ice cream.
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03:55 by FoxTwo
Image via Wikipedia For the older people among us, we remember the days when we used to dread the journey up to Dempsey Hill, the site of the old CMPB, or Central Manpower Base, to report for our compulsory 2 year stint in the SAF (Singapore Armed Forces).(Yes, male Singaporeans are required by law to serve 2 years in the army here in Singapore).
We remember the lost looks most of us have on being sent away to an ulu island, for our BMT (Basic Military Training, or "Boot Camp"). The luckier few among us, get to do their BMTs on mainland Singapore up in Yishun (or "Nee Soon" in the old Hokkien dialect).
We remember the waves of goodbye and tears shed by parents and girlfriends as they waved us off to our various locations for BMT.
Tonight, however, we went back to the old CMPB location for a totally different reason - to eat and drink.
The intervening years have transformed the place. The whole place is now something like Holland Village (located not too far away) or Boat Quay. The old buildings have been renovated and now sport restaurants, bistros, pubs and spas.
First stop - Harry's Bar. Now, I have never been to any of the branches of Harry's Bar, and this is my first time in any of them. The place feels nice, but not really cosy. Drinks were ordered and we settled in pretty quickly.
Yeah more pictures of drinks only. Sorry we're pretty camera-shy :) Somehow I can't bring myself to "camwhore" on my blog. You will see lots of pictures but hardly any showing us in embarrassing poses.
The "band" that was playing there was actually very good. Well, more like a one-man band. It was just a single performer, using a host of digital equipment to provide music and entertainment for the pub goers there.
Seriously he is good. Not so much as he can tap the keyboard on the ground with his foot at the right time to bring up the drums or bass, but he is able to croon tunes of songs with his own style, and yet manage to not mangle the song. Now that is an achievement indeed!
We did notice that the bar next door, Quarubar, was deserted as we walked into Harry's. Later it was revealed to us that the owners of Quarubar were people without scruples, and it was probably why people avoided the place. I will not relate the story here, but suffice to say, it may contain a hint of truth, for people to avoid the place like that.
Anyway, we rounded the night off at a nearby MacDonald's outlet for ice cream.
Monday, July 28, 2008
21:20 by FoxTwo Relax, this isn't a woman-bashing post. It's a genuine question.
See, recently a newly-acquired female friend started to want to hang out with me during my weekly sojourn tosleazy pubs. "Newly-acquired" meaning she only just managed to get my number and we have no friends in common. She's totally from outside of my normal circle which I "hang out".
Initially her SMSes were along the lines of:
Her - "Hey where you at?"
Me - "Boat Quay, pub name is xxxx"
Her - "Who's with you?"
Me - "Uhhhh you don't know them... Dave, Steve, Soon Hock, Angeline"
Her - "Oh, I dunno them".
Me - "That's what I said"
Then she didn't turn up. Understandable.
A few weeks later, she did the same thing again:
Her - "Where r u?"
Me - "Duxton, pub name is yyyyy"
Her - "Who's with you?"
Me - "Same lah. I don't have many drinking kakis ok?"
Her - "Oh, I dunno them"
And she didn't turn up. Again, understandable.
A couple of days ago, she did the same thing again:
Her - "Where are you?"
Me - "Clarke Quay, at zzzzzzz"
Her - "Who's with you?"
My question is, Why is it so important she asks "who's with you?" all the time?! We have no friends in common, none of the names I tell her will be familiar to her. Some other female friends have told me that she just wants to know if the pub is too far or too inconvenient.
Fine.
If the place is too far, or too inconvenient, you can already tell from my first reply - I always reply with location, pub name. You can decide to come or not from that information. "Who's with you?" is an irrelevant question. It has no bearing on your decision to come or not to come.
Anyway, this time I did this:
Me - "You decide to come then I tell u"
Her - "Yah I want to come."
Me - (gives directions, did not mention who was with me)
Her - "ok I see first. if I decide to come then I SMS you again"
What the hell? "I want to come" and "I see first" is a total reversal. Just because I didn't mention names?
No I'm not pissed or disappointed she didn't turn up. I'm more irritated by her constant "Who's with you?" question. I just don't get it - why do women need to know WHO are with me? Is it generally the same for most women, or is she just weird?
Guy friends are so much easier, by the way. The moment I reply with location and name of pub, they'll reply whether they're coming or not. Short, and sweet.
So ladies, enlighten me please. Why the need to know "who's with you?" if we have ZERO friends in common?
21:20 by FoxTwo Relax, this isn't a woman-bashing post. It's a genuine question.
See, recently a newly-acquired female friend started to want to hang out with me during my weekly sojourn to
Initially her SMSes were along the lines of:
Her - "Hey where you at?"
Me - "Boat Quay, pub name is xxxx"
Her - "Who's with you?"
Me - "Uhhhh you don't know them... Dave, Steve, Soon Hock, Angeline"
Her - "Oh, I dunno them".
Me - "That's what I said"
Then she didn't turn up. Understandable.
A few weeks later, she did the same thing again:
Her - "Where r u?"
Me - "Duxton, pub name is yyyyy"
Her - "Who's with you?"
Me - "Same lah. I don't have many drinking kakis ok?"
Her - "Oh, I dunno them"
And she didn't turn up. Again, understandable.
A couple of days ago, she did the same thing again:
Her - "Where are you?"
Me - "Clarke Quay, at zzzzzzz"
Her - "Who's with you?"
My question is, Why is it so important she asks "who's with you?" all the time?! We have no friends in common, none of the names I tell her will be familiar to her. Some other female friends have told me that she just wants to know if the pub is too far or too inconvenient.
Fine.
If the place is too far, or too inconvenient, you can already tell from my first reply - I always reply with location, pub name. You can decide to come or not from that information. "Who's with you?" is an irrelevant question. It has no bearing on your decision to come or not to come.
Anyway, this time I did this:
Me - "You decide to come then I tell u"
Her - "Yah I want to come."
Me - (gives directions, did not mention who was with me)
Her - "ok I see first. if I decide to come then I SMS you again"
What the hell? "I want to come" and "I see first" is a total reversal. Just because I didn't mention names?
No I'm not pissed or disappointed she didn't turn up. I'm more irritated by her constant "Who's with you?" question. I just don't get it - why do women need to know WHO are with me? Is it generally the same for most women, or is she just weird?
Guy friends are so much easier, by the way. The moment I reply with location and name of pub, they'll reply whether they're coming or not. Short, and sweet.
So ladies, enlighten me please. Why the need to know "who's with you?" if we have ZERO friends in common?
Labels: drinking, pubbing, Rant
Sunday, July 20, 2008
21:52 by FoxTwo Saturday, 19 July. A date where many people will remember for other things. My drinking buddies and I however, remember this date for a different reason - the birthday of a drinking buddy.
The original plan was to have a nice simple dinner, after which we'd adjourn to a nice quiet pub somewhere and just chill and recount tales of yore when we were young.
Of course, everyone knows that plans made for "birthday parties" never work out exactly as planned.
We practically gorged ourselves at dinner. Lotsa yummy food (sorry no pics! Too busy eating to take pics!), and I had heaps of helpings of the pork ribs, toufu and whatever that was on the table. Yes, sorry too. I was too busy eating to learn the names of the dishes on the table :)
After dinner, we all felt kinda bloated. However the night was still young, and the first stop after dinner was Balaclava, at Suntec City. After settling ourselves down at a nice spot, drinks quickly appeared at the table.
The band was very good, and we enjoyed the rendition of several songs by them. After which, The Cake (tm) appeared.
Ok, it's just the box of the cake in this shot, but here's the cake unveiled.
Yeah it's full of chocolaty goodness. Enough to put on a few pounds on you if you are heroic enough to finish the whole cake! That's why our friend can be seen here praying before she lifts the knife to cut the cake.
There she goes, cutting the cake!
For some reason, women appear to have a very high metabolic rate. The Cake (tm) wasn't enough, and they just had to order the "special dish" of Balaclava - the Sweet And Sour Pork. Ok I only ate a piece of it, and it's nice, but heck, my senses could have been numbed by the drinks already.
Being women, she just had to show off her gifts.
That was gift #1. Now for gift #2.
Then drinks ran out. Then they said "Let's go to MOS". Ah well, 2nd place then, off we went! MOS was crowded as usual. Lots of chio bu around. Yeah no pics of them, because I don't wanna be pummeled into tiny itty bitty pieces by their escorts. It's also a good thing that we skipped the long queues and went directly into MOS without any problem, due to their (the women) good relations with the management and staff.
More drinks magically appeared on the table, and within seconds the table started to become crowded.
What's even more amazing is that after my buddy and I had gone to the toilet and back, even MORE drinks appeared on the table. Seems like the women just wanted their lychee martini fix and they appeared right there.
By now it was almost 3am. The party was still going strong, and the women decided MOS was boring, and wanted to hop over to Barfly. Now, the previous time I was there, I was pretty far gone and didn't remember much. This time however, I was alert and sober (well, more sober than the rest of them anyway) and I managed to get some pics.
Yup that's the headless mascot of Barfly. Never noticed it the first time I was there heh! Amusingly, the manager of Barfly decided to surprise the birthday girl with a novel drink - The Flaming Waterfall! Here's a pic of it getting set up.
And here's the video of the whole process, from the lighting up to the drinking by the birthday gal.
Sorry but I had to increase the brightness of the video. My digital camera doesn't have a built-in lightsource. Most digial cameras do not have it anyway.
Needless to say, no mercy was spared on the birthday gal. She was woozy after the drink and had to sit down. Soon, Barfly had to close, and the manager offered to bring us to Luna, another club near Barfly. Like little troopers we went off with them. The manager posed for a pic at the entrance of Luna
However, what caught my eye was the cool walkway inside Luna itself.
By now it was getting close to 5am, and it was time to call it a night.
Yeah I got home nice and tingly, and no, I wasn't plastered or anything. Just a nice feeling to hit the sack and sleep soundly till whatever time I wake up on Sunday.
21:52 by FoxTwo Saturday, 19 July. A date where many people will remember for other things. My drinking buddies and I however, remember this date for a different reason - the birthday of a drinking buddy.
The original plan was to have a nice simple dinner, after which we'd adjourn to a nice quiet pub somewhere and just chill and recount tales of yore when we were young.
Of course, everyone knows that plans made for "birthday parties" never work out exactly as planned.
We practically gorged ourselves at dinner. Lotsa yummy food (sorry no pics! Too busy eating to take pics!), and I had heaps of helpings of the pork ribs, toufu and whatever that was on the table. Yes, sorry too. I was too busy eating to learn the names of the dishes on the table :)
After dinner, we all felt kinda bloated. However the night was still young, and the first stop after dinner was Balaclava, at Suntec City. After settling ourselves down at a nice spot, drinks quickly appeared at the table.
The band was very good, and we enjoyed the rendition of several songs by them. After which, The Cake (tm) appeared.
Ok, it's just the box of the cake in this shot, but here's the cake unveiled.
Yeah it's full of chocolaty goodness. Enough to put on a few pounds on you if you are heroic enough to finish the whole cake! That's why our friend can be seen here praying before she lifts the knife to cut the cake.
There she goes, cutting the cake!
For some reason, women appear to have a very high metabolic rate. The Cake (tm) wasn't enough, and they just had to order the "special dish" of Balaclava - the Sweet And Sour Pork. Ok I only ate a piece of it, and it's nice, but heck, my senses could have been numbed by the drinks already.
Being women, she just had to show off her gifts.
That was gift #1. Now for gift #2.
Then drinks ran out. Then they said "Let's go to MOS". Ah well, 2nd place then, off we went! MOS was crowded as usual. Lots of chio bu around. Yeah no pics of them, because I don't wanna be pummeled into tiny itty bitty pieces by their escorts. It's also a good thing that we skipped the long queues and went directly into MOS without any problem, due to their (the women) good relations with the management and staff.
More drinks magically appeared on the table, and within seconds the table started to become crowded.
What's even more amazing is that after my buddy and I had gone to the toilet and back, even MORE drinks appeared on the table. Seems like the women just wanted their lychee martini fix and they appeared right there.
By now it was almost 3am. The party was still going strong, and the women decided MOS was boring, and wanted to hop over to Barfly. Now, the previous time I was there, I was pretty far gone and didn't remember much. This time however, I was alert and sober (well, more sober than the rest of them anyway) and I managed to get some pics.
Yup that's the headless mascot of Barfly. Never noticed it the first time I was there heh! Amusingly, the manager of Barfly decided to surprise the birthday girl with a novel drink - The Flaming Waterfall! Here's a pic of it getting set up.
And here's the video of the whole process, from the lighting up to the drinking by the birthday gal.
Sorry but I had to increase the brightness of the video. My digital camera doesn't have a built-in lightsource. Most digial cameras do not have it anyway.
Needless to say, no mercy was spared on the birthday gal. She was woozy after the drink and had to sit down. Soon, Barfly had to close, and the manager offered to bring us to Luna, another club near Barfly. Like little troopers we went off with them. The manager posed for a pic at the entrance of Luna
However, what caught my eye was the cool walkway inside Luna itself.
By now it was getting close to 5am, and it was time to call it a night.
Yeah I got home nice and tingly, and no, I wasn't plastered or anything. Just a nice feeling to hit the sack and sleep soundly till whatever time I wake up on Sunday.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
12:40 by FoxTwo It's very rare that I write about mundane things happening to me in my "subsidiary blogs" before I write about them here. However, I did write about how I found my long-lost drinking kakis recently here.
About a year ago, my regular drinking place closed. As such, us regular customers (who have been patronising the place for years) suddenly lost a "home". My buddy and I spent the past year flitting from pub to pub, trying to find a new "home". We thought we found a place somewhere in Chinatown.
Then a couple of days ago, an old friend and fellow pub patron from the old place, told us that one of the bartenders have found a job at a new place, and gave us directions to the pub. My buddy and I just thought we'd pay her a visit and check the new place out. After all, we haven't really decided on a "home" pub yet, although the one at Chinatown is currently serving as one. There's still something..... missing...
So we popped by the new place.
The first feeling that hit us was - ok this feels familiar. The decor, the lighting. Then we walked towards the bar counter. Yup, she was there (from the previous pub). She was happy to see us. We were pleasantly surprised to see a few more familiar faces - patrons from the old pub, a couple of waitresses from the previous pub (who are now working there). It was then that even more was revealed to us.
The owners are former regular patrons of the old place. They have even gone to the extent of contacting all the previous staff of the old place and offering them a position at the new pub. We can even see that some efforts were made to "preserve" the ambiance from the old place. It was no wonder that the place felt familiar the moment we walked in.
As we sat at the bar counter (our old positions at the previous pub), we started to feel more and more comfortable. Yup, this indeed felt like the old "home pub".
That got me to thinking - why didn't the Chinatown one feel like home?. The decor was pretty close to the old pub, so that wasn't it. The ambiance was almost the same, perhaps that was why we decided to frequent the pub in Chinatown.
No, it was the people. The community, so to speak. Same people, from staff to patrons, all talking, laughing, playing. It almost felt like nothing has changed. We're all still here.
So it didn't really matter where the place is. The location may change. The decor might suck or be better, but, the most important factor in the whole equation: the people.
It's even more omen-ish that a similar event happened in the virtual world to me recently though, and I think this is a real-life lesson to be learnt, and apply, to the virtual world.
Yes, I am home.
12:40 by FoxTwo It's very rare that I write about mundane things happening to me in my "subsidiary blogs" before I write about them here. However, I did write about how I found my long-lost drinking kakis recently here.
About a year ago, my regular drinking place closed. As such, us regular customers (who have been patronising the place for years) suddenly lost a "home". My buddy and I spent the past year flitting from pub to pub, trying to find a new "home". We thought we found a place somewhere in Chinatown.
Then a couple of days ago, an old friend and fellow pub patron from the old place, told us that one of the bartenders have found a job at a new place, and gave us directions to the pub. My buddy and I just thought we'd pay her a visit and check the new place out. After all, we haven't really decided on a "home" pub yet, although the one at Chinatown is currently serving as one. There's still something..... missing...
So we popped by the new place.
The first feeling that hit us was - ok this feels familiar. The decor, the lighting. Then we walked towards the bar counter. Yup, she was there (from the previous pub). She was happy to see us. We were pleasantly surprised to see a few more familiar faces - patrons from the old pub, a couple of waitresses from the previous pub (who are now working there). It was then that even more was revealed to us.
The owners are former regular patrons of the old place. They have even gone to the extent of contacting all the previous staff of the old place and offering them a position at the new pub. We can even see that some efforts were made to "preserve" the ambiance from the old place. It was no wonder that the place felt familiar the moment we walked in.
As we sat at the bar counter (our old positions at the previous pub), we started to feel more and more comfortable. Yup, this indeed felt like the old "home pub".
That got me to thinking - why didn't the Chinatown one feel like home?. The decor was pretty close to the old pub, so that wasn't it. The ambiance was almost the same, perhaps that was why we decided to frequent the pub in Chinatown.
No, it was the people. The community, so to speak. Same people, from staff to patrons, all talking, laughing, playing. It almost felt like nothing has changed. We're all still here.
So it didn't really matter where the place is. The location may change. The decor might suck or be better, but, the most important factor in the whole equation: the people.
It's even more omen-ish that a similar event happened in the virtual world to me recently though, and I think this is a real-life lesson to be learnt, and apply, to the virtual world.
Yes, I am home.
Labels: drinking, pubbing, self
Sunday, May 18, 2008
13:08 by FoxTwo
Yeah I popped by the place about 8pm or so. I thought they'd all be done with dinner by then, but nooooo... they've just started to order their dinner! Geez. I was on my way to a friend's birthday bash, which was near the place they were having the ping.sg gathering thingy, so I just swung by for a bit.
Yeah you'd be surprised at how many turned up. Even 3 or 4 tables joined together into a traditional longhouse table was not enough! Anyway, soon enough, food came for the pingsters.
Now, that was Uzyn's burger thingy which he ordered. It was huge. And I mean huge. Well not as huge as Botak Jones burgers but still, pretty dang huge!
Yeah that's Uzyn's hand trying to grab the burger.
Well anyway, I didn't stay too long as it was time for me to go meet my buddies at a nearby pub for a birthday bash.
So I took a slow walk to the place, which was really really near. Seriously. Soon enough, the party got into full swing and all the whiskeys and sakes started to come out. Yeah that's kinda like the amount of booze we had. It was a nice bash, but nothing unusual.
Yup, we didn't get laid. We did get plastered though. For one thing, I don't even remember what time I reached home. I only knew when I looked at my SMSes and extrapolated the time I should have arrived home from the last-sent SMSes.
13:08 by FoxTwo
I Went To The Ping.sg Lim Jiu @ Brewerks...
Yeah I popped by the place about 8pm or so. I thought they'd all be done with dinner by then, but nooooo... they've just started to order their dinner! Geez. I was on my way to a friend's birthday bash, which was near the place they were having the ping.sg gathering thingy, so I just swung by for a bit.
Yeah you'd be surprised at how many turned up. Even 3 or 4 tables joined together into a traditional longhouse table was not enough! Anyway, soon enough, food came for the pingsters.
Now, that was Uzyn's burger thingy which he ordered. It was huge. And I mean huge. Well not as huge as Botak Jones burgers but still, pretty dang huge!
Yeah that's Uzyn's hand trying to grab the burger.
Well anyway, I didn't stay too long as it was time for me to go meet my buddies at a nearby pub for a birthday bash.
So I took a slow walk to the place, which was really really near. Seriously. Soon enough, the party got into full swing and all the whiskeys and sakes started to come out. Yeah that's kinda like the amount of booze we had. It was a nice bash, but nothing unusual.
Yup, we didn't get laid. We did get plastered though. For one thing, I don't even remember what time I reached home. I only knew when I looked at my SMSes and extrapolated the time I should have arrived home from the last-sent SMSes.
Labels: drinking, ping.sg, pubbing
Saturday, March 29, 2008
19:38 by FoxTwo
19:38 by FoxTwo
March 28th, Friday.
End of contract.
I'm outta here!
That was only the beginning. The same night, I met with a friend for a quiet "celebratory" drink. Yeah to celebrate my release from servitude, aka The Evil Employer. Another friend thought she'd try to surprise me and turn up unannounced, but to cut the long story short, let's just say there were so many clues of the "impending surprise" that it was no longer a surprise. And, she was surprised I wasn't surprised by her surprise visit.
Surprised? :)
After the pub closed, we were pulled to Clarke Quay for more clubbing and drinking. We went to Barfly first (I had bits and pieces of memory there), then later on we became real barflies and hopped over to Ministry of Sound, aka MOS. In short, it's been years since:
- We drank so many different drinks in one night
- Got pissed drunk
- Fell while walking out of the clubs
- Remembering only bits and pieces of what happened the night before
Um no, we didn't get any "action" heh! We're not those kinda guys.
The female friend with us was surprised when I told her we were gone (as in not sober), because she said we looked fine! We could walk straight, talk coherently, etc, just like normal. Well, except for the falling down part hahah!
Imagine, this is only day #1 of my ROD!
note - word of the day is of course, "surprise".
Labels: clubbing, drinking, pubbing
Thursday, November 22, 2007
21:10 by FoxTwo
They probably got it right, and thousands of years ago too.
I guess it's just human nature that we desire what we cannot obtain. Ok enough metaphors and philosophy. Time to get down to it.
First of all, I'm not a "clubber", not now anyway. I used to be, years ago. Now, I chill and relax at pubs.
When I tell people I go to pubs, their first question is always "Where, Joo Chiat ah?"
What the hell is wrong with you guys? Why must a pub-goer automatically go to those pubs with working gals? Can't a guy just go to a pub with his friend(s) and just talk-cock? Yes, I'm one of the apparently rare men who do NOT go to pubs with working gals. Don't believe me? Let me tell you a story (and you'll see how it relates back to the post title).
Why I don't go to those kinda pubs is because, the women there are WORKING. They only hug you because they must. They only kiss you because they must. There's no emotions, no feelings. They're in it for the money (yes I don't visit Geylang for the same reason too). I can never bring myself to hug or kiss a girl if I have ZERO feelings for her, much less "go all the way". Yes it's a huge boost to the male ego if you have women all throwing themselves at you, which man doesn't? But these women do it only because they're earning a living (and I'm not condemning their choice, or lack thereof, of profession). It's fake.
When their customers grab them, they laugh and smile. Chances are, they're cursing you. When their customers do R-rated actions on them, they smile. It's fake, 90% of them. So far I've only ever seen men dragging them off into various dark spots of the few pubs I've been to, and never the other way around.
For this reason, I avoid places like these. In cases where going these kinda places is unavoidable (ie one of the guys WANT women like these), I try to minimize contact with them. If they ever approach me, I will decline, 100% of the time.
So yes, I have had first-hand experience. I turned this particular girl away. She stayed away for a few hours. Then she came again. I told her bluntly, I'm not paying for anything for her. She said "nevermind" and started to throw herself at me.
I squirm, I duck, I weave, and I avoid, but she keeps coming. Eventually the only way to avoid her was to smoke more often, and be outside the pub for as long as possible.
When I go back in, I see some other customers had procured her services, and I thought finally she'll leave me alone. When those customers left her to go to the toilet or smoke, she'd run back to me. It doesn't help that my friends are giggling at my predicament. She'd take my hand and place it on places on her body where I would go only if she was my girlfriend or my wife, and in the privacy of our own home or bedroom. When I pull away she'd put my hand back.
I asked her if she liked it when her customers do that when she's working, she said NO. I told her, "then you're making me do exactly what you don't like!", ie grope her. Male readers, take note! They actually don't like it, but they have to do it and smile at you. Imagine if this girl was your own daughter, or your girlfriend, or your wife.
Long story short - end of the night, a particular friend told me... if I keep on "not touching them" they'll want it more... "The Forbidden Fruit Is Sweeter", they told me.
When a woman says no, she means no. Does it become a "maybe if you hug me more it's a yes" when a guy says no?
Must I become a lecher to get working women to leave me alone?
21:10 by FoxTwo
The Forbidden Fruit Is Sweeter?
They probably got it right, and thousands of years ago too.
I guess it's just human nature that we desire what we cannot obtain. Ok enough metaphors and philosophy. Time to get down to it.
First of all, I'm not a "clubber", not now anyway. I used to be, years ago. Now, I chill and relax at pubs.
When I tell people I go to pubs, their first question is always "Where, Joo Chiat ah?"
What the hell is wrong with you guys? Why must a pub-goer automatically go to those pubs with working gals? Can't a guy just go to a pub with his friend(s) and just talk-cock? Yes, I'm one of the apparently rare men who do NOT go to pubs with working gals. Don't believe me? Let me tell you a story (and you'll see how it relates back to the post title).
Why I don't go to those kinda pubs is because, the women there are WORKING. They only hug you because they must. They only kiss you because they must. There's no emotions, no feelings. They're in it for the money (yes I don't visit Geylang for the same reason too). I can never bring myself to hug or kiss a girl if I have ZERO feelings for her, much less "go all the way". Yes it's a huge boost to the male ego if you have women all throwing themselves at you, which man doesn't? But these women do it only because they're earning a living (and I'm not condemning their choice, or lack thereof, of profession). It's fake.
When their customers grab them, they laugh and smile. Chances are, they're cursing you. When their customers do R-rated actions on them, they smile. It's fake, 90% of them. So far I've only ever seen men dragging them off into various dark spots of the few pubs I've been to, and never the other way around.
For this reason, I avoid places like these. In cases where going these kinda places is unavoidable (ie one of the guys WANT women like these), I try to minimize contact with them. If they ever approach me, I will decline, 100% of the time.
So yes, I have had first-hand experience. I turned this particular girl away. She stayed away for a few hours. Then she came again. I told her bluntly, I'm not paying for anything for her. She said "nevermind" and started to throw herself at me.
I squirm, I duck, I weave, and I avoid, but she keeps coming. Eventually the only way to avoid her was to smoke more often, and be outside the pub for as long as possible.
When I go back in, I see some other customers had procured her services, and I thought finally she'll leave me alone. When those customers left her to go to the toilet or smoke, she'd run back to me. It doesn't help that my friends are giggling at my predicament. She'd take my hand and place it on places on her body where I would go only if she was my girlfriend or my wife, and in the privacy of our own home or bedroom. When I pull away she'd put my hand back.
I asked her if she liked it when her customers do that when she's working, she said NO. I told her, "then you're making me do exactly what you don't like!", ie grope her. Male readers, take note! They actually don't like it, but they have to do it and smile at you. Imagine if this girl was your own daughter, or your girlfriend, or your wife.
Long story short - end of the night, a particular friend told me... if I keep on "not touching them" they'll want it more... "The Forbidden Fruit Is Sweeter", they told me.
When a woman says no, she means no. Does it become a "maybe if you hug me more it's a yes" when a guy says no?
Must I become a lecher to get working women to leave me alone?
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
10:56 by FoxTwo
Nice and cozy was the first impression. No screaming hordes of "foreign talent" women accosting you. You can slowly pick a table, sit down, and take your time to order and do stuff. Waitresses there are friendly (not in the touchy-feely kinda way, which is GOOD), and, if you suck at Chinese, you'll soon brush up on it if you keep going there heh! Yeah the waitresses are, from what I hear, all from China. That doesn't mean they don't understand English - don't think you can talk to your friend in English and they won't understand that you had just commented that she has big boobs *wink*. If you wanna do it, speak in Hokkien (important tip). Sometimes I find it strange that the majority of people from China (not just women) don't understand Hokkien, which technically is a dialect from China in the first place.
The music prior to the start of the "karaoke" session was cool - contemporary dance. Not really trance, but nice, danceable music. Too bad it's a pub not a club. When the karaoke DID start, it wasn't too bad at all. People there actually sing IN TUNE, so the ears weren't tortured. Yes I have had my ears tortured in numerous other places, especially at my old haunt (which closed down, hence the need for a new one). And oh, for all you people who sings karaoke at pubs, here's an advice from someone who has heard them all - "Singing louder doesn't make you sound better ok? It just makes you suck louder".
The high stool wasn't very comfortable though, cos one of the waitresses who accompanied us playing dice games had to stand up after sitting down too long, saying her butt hurt... hehehe! I dunno, I felt fine. Then again, I have a big butt and therefore, more meat to cushion me.
Oh almost forgot - there's a pool table there too. I am not interested in pool so that wasn't an important requirement for me. For those who need a pool table at their favourite hangout, yeah there's one here too, and it's not very busy. I suppose you could probably play pool at almost any time you'd like to.
A worthy alternate venue, in my opinion.
10:56 by FoxTwo
New Hangout Worthy Of Consideration
Nice and cozy was the first impression. No screaming hordes of "foreign talent" women accosting you. You can slowly pick a table, sit down, and take your time to order and do stuff. Waitresses there are friendly (not in the touchy-feely kinda way, which is GOOD), and, if you suck at Chinese, you'll soon brush up on it if you keep going there heh! Yeah the waitresses are, from what I hear, all from China. That doesn't mean they don't understand English - don't think you can talk to your friend in English and they won't understand that you had just commented that she has big boobs *wink*. If you wanna do it, speak in Hokkien (important tip). Sometimes I find it strange that the majority of people from China (not just women) don't understand Hokkien, which technically is a dialect from China in the first place.
The music prior to the start of the "karaoke" session was cool - contemporary dance. Not really trance, but nice, danceable music. Too bad it's a pub not a club. When the karaoke DID start, it wasn't too bad at all. People there actually sing IN TUNE, so the ears weren't tortured. Yes I have had my ears tortured in numerous other places, especially at my old haunt (which closed down, hence the need for a new one). And oh, for all you people who sings karaoke at pubs, here's an advice from someone who has heard them all - "Singing louder doesn't make you sound better ok? It just makes you suck louder".
The high stool wasn't very comfortable though, cos one of the waitresses who accompanied us playing dice games had to stand up after sitting down too long, saying her butt hurt... hehehe! I dunno, I felt fine. Then again, I have a big butt and therefore, more meat to cushion me.
Oh almost forgot - there's a pool table there too. I am not interested in pool so that wasn't an important requirement for me. For those who need a pool table at their favourite hangout, yeah there's one here too, and it's not very busy. I suppose you could probably play pool at almost any time you'd like to.
A worthy alternate venue, in my opinion.
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Labels: chill, drinking, pubbing
Sunday, September 23, 2007
17:20 by FoxTwo You know... I have been asked this MANY times by many younger friends. All they know is "clubbing" and "having a good time", be it at DXO, MOS, Double-O, Dragonfly or any other "happening places".
Well, us older folks who have already passed that phase of "cheonging" now mellow out and chill out at pubs. And for all my friends who have been asking me "Pubs so boring! What goes on inside that makes you go to pubs??", here are some pics to show you how happening it is.
Yup we started the night kinda like the pic above... some alcohol on the table. Then of course, there's the ever irresistible "free nuts":
Now that my friend is happy with his nuts, we toasted to an evening of intoxication.
Uh, that's me on the left, and him on the right.
So anyway, the night went on, and we were having a good time.
That's him on the left, and me on the right.
Eventually, liquor got the better of us and people started singing...
... and so, we decided that we needed to head for....
... the toilet :)
When we got back to the table, we found that we only had...
... less than a quarter of the bottle left, so we decided to finish it all up and then head home.
Well, that's the story of a typical night out at the pub... boring? Perhaps. To you young ones, maybe. To us, it's just enough excitement to last for another week.... :)
17:20 by FoxTwo You know... I have been asked this MANY times by many younger friends. All they know is "clubbing" and "having a good time", be it at DXO, MOS, Double-O, Dragonfly or any other "happening places".
Well, us older folks who have already passed that phase of "cheonging" now mellow out and chill out at pubs. And for all my friends who have been asking me "Pubs so boring! What goes on inside that makes you go to pubs??", here are some pics to show you how happening it is.
Yup we started the night kinda like the pic above... some alcohol on the table. Then of course, there's the ever irresistible "free nuts":
Now that my friend is happy with his nuts, we toasted to an evening of intoxication.
Uh, that's me on the left, and him on the right.
So anyway, the night went on, and we were having a good time.
That's him on the left, and me on the right.
Eventually, liquor got the better of us and people started singing...
... and so, we decided that we needed to head for....
... the toilet :)
When we got back to the table, we found that we only had...
... less than a quarter of the bottle left, so we decided to finish it all up and then head home.
Well, that's the story of a typical night out at the pub... boring? Perhaps. To you young ones, maybe. To us, it's just enough excitement to last for another week.... :)
Labels: clubbing, drinking, pubbing, song, wine, women
