When World Cup started last year
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So about the rave.
I wasn’t planning on going at all till last minute. Like i said, i seem to have tired myself out from raving. Plus everything reminds me of work.

I planned on buying my ticket at the door, but the crowd looked insane from Italiannies where we were sitting so i called around to see who’d have a spare ticket they wanted to sell off.
Forgot i don’t have that many numbers on me since my phones died -_-

“Come in as media!” KancheongRichard shouted over the phone
“But… i’m not writing for this…” i answered back weakly
“Just come, got somemore space!” before we got cut off

I don’t always like tumpang-ing the media wagon when it comes to events, especially if i’m not doing any work for it.
Quite shy la.

Sarah, Meesh  and Winnie walked past and i mentioned that i was looking for an extra ticket to buy.
Meesh, quick as a cat, went, “Oh! I have extra. Here.” and chucked me one.

0_o

After calling and smsing people, i didn’t think of asking them at the next table
-_-  *hits head*

Long story short – i didn’t use the ticket in the end and went in as media

Long story – Someone’s friend needed a ticket and they seemed as frantic as i was earlier, so i told them i’d give them mine if i can go in as media. So i walked upstairs, got my pass and everything. Went back downstairs and gave them the ticket i got from Meesh earlier. I don’t remember them saying thanks, which really, is the least you can do to someone you don’t know to give you a free ticket. One word – Thanks. So hard ka? I told Mr. Introducer, “I don’t think he even said thanks.” “Really? Maybe he thought it was my free ticket.” “No. I remember saying how Meesh gave it to me wut.” “Oh.” “Nothing la. No hal. Just thought it was kinda rude.”

So tra la la, went in
Place was dodgy dark like fuck. Cannot see signage. Cannot see anything. Don’t even know where to walk.
Heard people exclaiming, “No more beer la!”

So there i was thinking, oh great, I will just mati here right now without alcohol at a rave where it’s damn hot.
Just to check, we went to the bar where GarfieldChak could redeem some of his drink coupons.
But hey. There’s no beer. -_- So redeem what? Water is it? Tiu.

The promoter girl was really sweet and polite – “Sorry there’s no more beer… there’s more coming but it won’t be cold just yet.”

So we smiled our thanks and went to look for Richard
See, if i had a drink right, i wouldn’t get so emo about people flinging sweat all over me as i walk past them
Sober Me goes – “Oh my god! Ack! Grossgrossgross magehai!”
Tipsy Me would go – “Oh! It’s okay! It’s a rave! Everyone’s bound to get sweaty when they’re dancing and having fun! Woooo!!! PArty!!!”

But i was as sober as my mother. So my reaction was (unfortunately) the former.
Managed to find KancheongRichard backstage along with the rest.

Benny Benassi  was spinning then

Security were trying to get people who didn’t have tags out of the restricted area
We were just shaking our heads thinking, “Oh my god. Obviously people will come in because nobody was guarding the entrance earlier. Then now have to susah payah yourself to chase them out.”

By 1am, there was no more water.

Ridiculous.
No water at a rave is actually dangerous.
I stared at the scores of people sweating and moving, wondering how many people would faint.
Ken, one part of the Bass Agents, asked me today whether anybody died.

Seriously.

Then no water.

This dude behind the barricade begged me to help him get water.
“I’m sorry… but i just finished mine and my friend took half an hour to find me one…”
“Please… can you try… what about that box over there? Any one. Even a half bottle or anything,” he clasped his hands together in praying motion

He looked pretty desperate so i walked over to a box (that was filled with papers) and asked this malay girl whether i could have this half bottle next to it
Walked back to the dude and he thanked me as if i gave him (i was going to write all my clothes and shoes, cos hey, i love those, but why would he be thankful for that -_-) the best sex of his life. There. That makes sense.

“This is terrible. So hot and no drinks,” KancheongRichard wiped the sweat from his forehead, “And the organizing is so messy. Do you know, some people from The Star and NST are outside. They can’t get in! I think they’re going to leave soon cos they’re pissed off.”
“Shit. Damn bad lor. I can’t believe they can run out of beer so fast. How can they not account how many people are coming and how many drinks are needed?!”
“And and, this woman who didn’t have a tag and they just chased her out? She’s a manager at TV3 okay!”
*dunno what to say already except shake head disapprovingly*

Angie: Oh my god… i’m so dry!!!

But the hyper woman still continued jumping and dancing around.
We saw Dik at the VIP area upstairs but apparently, VIP couldn’t get into media area and vice versa.
For once, the VIP was seriously VIP because… they had drinks!
They had water! Beer! Vodka!
Angie and i were maniacally devising how we’d get Dik to throw us drinks, or pour damn alot into a bucket and lower it down with a rope.

See. This is why you hear about people losing it in the desert.
Lack of fluids = Crazy talk

The music was great and pumping.
Too bad we didn’t have the proper resources to enjoy it!

GarfieldChak disappeared to find his friends, and came back with one bottle of water and one can of beer for me.
I gaped in disbelief.
That’s how bad it was.
Water and beer was a commodity there!.

“How the hell did you get that?!”
“Damn hard. There are five booths with drinks, but you can only get them with coupons. They tell me to buy coupons from a girl in red. I looked for the girl in red for almost 45 minutes okay. I think there’s only ONE girl.”

Damn 7 stupid can die

wei i cannot tahan!!!!!!!!

Ugh happy pictures happy pictures
I hugged my can like a kid and passed it around to share
So we all took sips (read: rationing)

GarfieldChak jumping on John Leong, Oxygen mag ed

Us gripping tightly to our only can of warm beer.

Me grinning like a jackass showing off my beer.

I almost left cos everything was so uncomfortable, thought i’d just grab a taxi and see KinkyPug at Loft
But i just tahaned for the Bass Agents to come on at 1 am

My media kakis all left one by one and Dik said he could get one person into VIP
Shack derma-ed me ten drink coupons for me to go wild.

Dik told me that there wasn’t a bathroom in the VIP area and once i leave, i can’t come back in
Great la.
Now i have ten drink coupons to get me happy, but nowhere to go pee.
Whereas in the media area, there is a bathroom, but no alcohol.
The Rave Gods are working against me. -_-

Overhead –
“Hey, where’s the bathroom?”
“There. In the corner.”

Eh? I thought there’s no bathroom here..?

I didn’t take this btw.
Memang the R&B area downstairs stank of pee
It was so dark, guys were peeing in corners and against walls.
Didn’t expect people to do the same upstairs… 0_o

As for my drinks,
I had two, then tapau-ed the rest for the DJs who looked positively in need of alcohol from where i stood

And that’s when i started having fun
So i had fun for one hour at the rave, Ah Hoong and i ran back to get more drinks upstairs and by the time we walked down, Scott Project had finished his set.
Bright. Bare. Crowd dispersed.
Joyce high.
ARGHHHH.

Followed Ah Hoong back to his car, where his fans waited to take pictures and buy BAXX merchandise
0_o  Superstar sial.

I got the last truckie cap!

We went to Cribs after that to continue drinking
I cannot sit down la when i drink… i passed out and POB told me they happily took pictures of me…
So. I’m going to publicly declare here that okay, yes, i DID fall asleep in Cribs so nobody will be too shocked when they see bad pictures of me online

Went home at 5:30. Showered. And thankfully fell into my inviting bed that’s clasped in brand new deep red bedsheets.
On the night that i decide to sleep naked…

My father bangs into my room to ask me out for dim sum
-_-

Scenario:

“EEK!!!” *covers self with duvet*
“… *looks a bit shocked*… got drunk last night and simply collapsed here is it?”
“NO LA! I showered all already okay!”

Cheerfully wore my new Bass Agents cap to dim sum and showed it off to my brother.
Not that he cared much.
“See! Seeeeee *turns down head and pokes cap into Nick’s face* My new cap!” i beam like a kid on candy
“Oh,” he smiles and cocks his head to read the logo. “They’re your friends right?”
“Mmm hmm!” i nod
“It’s some band right?”
“…BAND?! ……!!! Oh my god. They’ll scream and die if they hear you say that.”

Put off Friday the 29th

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