ZoukOut 2011

ZOUKOUT 2011!!!

For the first time! Yes, I'm ashamed to say that in my 26 years on this earth, I've never been to ZoukOut before. *hangs head in shame*

Seeing as it was my first time ZoukingOut, I was beyond excited. Having heard about the monstrous queues and jams going into Sentosa from those been-there-done-that friends, my friends and I (all virgin zoukout-ers, by the way) resolved to get there earlier. We were supposed to meet at Vivo at 8pm. But but but, we were all late and by the time we joined the queue for the Sentosa Express, it was already close to 10pm. *gasps* But luckily, there was only a short queue *phew*.

There were four of us altogether and we were supposed to meet some others once we were in Siloso. Getting in was a bitch though. There was a long trek to Siloso itself, but it was easy to find as there were visible signs displayed. We were also much entertained by the different outlandish outfits and 'entrepreneurs' selling lighted rings, bangles and other accessories, locally known as tiu tiu lights. Already feeling high from excitement, I decided to be magnanimous and bought some tiu tiu lights for everyone. 

Now armed with our tiu tiu lights, we reached the entrance and queued to get in. Truth be told, it wasn't that bad, probably as the main crowd of hip long-time zoukout-ers weren't there yet. We went in and had our bags checked, and the first real 'bad' experience of the night came. 

I had meds in my bag, and that wasn't allowed, so I was directed to put it in a box at the side. I thought it would be like a baggage area where you'll get a tag in exchange, and that there were actually people keeping an eye out for the confiscated goods. But NO, it was just a tattered cardboard box open to all, with all the pills dumped in, free for the taking should anyone be cheapskate enough. You can never tell in kiasu Singapore, really. I repeatedly asked "What if someone takes my meds?", the security guy who brought me there just kept saying "No one will take one", complete with dismissive hand gestures. Okayyy, whatever then, I refused to let this spoil my mood so I let it go and went ahead to join my friends.

After we got in, the rest as they say, is history. There were three arenas, all playing different music. The music was PUMPING GOOD, and there were many booths, even one demonstrating some dance/kungfu moves. There were performers in stilts going round taking photos with random strangers. It was reminiscent of a funfair. 

And of course the mandatory photos at the photo wall and the ZoukOut 2011 signage.

Hellooo, camera's over here yo.

We got drinks before moving to the dance area. As usual, sweaty and obnoxious ang mohs abound. After jigging around with the tiu tiu lights, which I ABSOLUTELY loved, we decided to head to the food corner for a break. There were stalls selling ices, sausages and even old chang kee! After resting our feet, I was looking forward to more tiu tiu lights dancing when horrors of horrors...

The only guy in the group said he wanted to go home. At freaking 3.30am!

He was my best friend's really good childhood friend, so to save my friend the pain of having to choose between two of her buds, I gracefully acquiesced to leaving. But inside, I was continuously chanting "WTF WTF WTF WTF". By the time we left, its was only freaking 4am. Not only did we miss the whole point of seeing the ZoukOut sunrise, we missed out DJ ARMIN VAN BUUREN's set at 5am (which probably made up half of the value of the tickets, no?). WTF WTF WTF x200 seriously. So that was the second bad experience which just marred the whole thing.

Next year, I'm going to stay till sunrise no matter what. And yes, the stupid boy (not man, mind you), will be banned from all my future ZoukOut parties. 

Alright, ending off with my favourite photo of the party!

ZoukOut FTW!

Tu me manques

It has been 6 months 22 days, and yes,

I still miss him.

But just kind of ;)

Life's a Bed of Roses. Not.

My life's not a bed of roses. I'm just really really good at pretending everything's dandy.

Today's my birthday. Meant to be a special happy day where there is celebration and preferably lots of alcohol involved. However, that is not to be.

Besides the issue of having to work tomorrow (I do not believe in taking leave for birthdays, but I believe in partying till dawn then taking MC the next day. I'm superficially hardworking like that.), there's a major family catastrophe taking place. It is the kind where it sucks all the happiness out of a home, infuses it with a gloom that makes colours grey and sounds muted, and makes you feel guilty should you even dare to think about having fun.


Despite the tone of this post, it is no laughing matter. This is just the way I deal with things that hurt, really hurt. I laugh them off. Not because I'm an unfeeling bitch, its because if I didn't laugh, all that would be left to do is cry. Which leads to hysterics and just makes matters worse instead of better.



Anyway, because of this catastrophe, my mum's wasting away. It has only been a day since we found out about it and when I saw her this morning, I could actually see her physically wasting away. She's gone pale, with a haunted vacant look in her eyes, and when I call her during the day to check on her, she speaks in this fake cheery paper-thin voice which I have never ever heard her use before.



Hence, on my birthday, I will go home instead of partying, eat the home-cooked dinner (porridge, by the way) instead of sumptuous food outside, and stay with my mum and provide her with what support I can.


It sucks and I will be truthful to say that I'm more than a little upset that this year's birthday will be spent in such gloom, but she has given the whole of her life and youth to the family. So for all the years that she has spent on me, I don't think a day in exchange (however special) is too much to ask for.


It isn't her fault anyway.



I CURSE THE BLOODY BITCH WHO IS THE CAUSE OF THIS. I HOPE SHE DIES.