Happy Virus

I found this plastic kiddy bag in a neighborhood shop in the vicinity. Cracked me up. Also, note the bunch of Barneys behind.

Pumping on Saturday Night

Shelly’s cousin is in town and last weekend she asked Shelly if we could take her out clubbing. I suggested that we go to either St James or MoS because those two are presumably (and are) the most well known, most happening, and biggest clubbing complexes especially for first-time clubbers in Singapore. But since most of us aren’t into too huge crowds or music that are too loud (or too “TRUNG TRUNG” – you know how those trance/ house stuff go “TRUNG TUNG TUNG TUNG TUNG TUNG TUNG TUNG”), we decided to drop by The Pump Room at Clarke Quay. They’re a bistro slash bar slash microbrewery (love the White Ale) slash club. And it’s free entry. And the music the DJs spin is pretty good. And the resident band, Jive Talkin’, kicks ass. And the band’s axe-man, Addy, kicks ass. And kinda cute. And the keyboardist plays the organ at the Cathedral. And they have a seriously huge fan on the ceiling (no kidding, the brand is: Huge Ass Fans). And the crowd’s slightly older than other hot-spots and less pretentious. And no annoying puking kids. All in all, we like the place. A year ago or so I clubbed quite often and we patronized The Pump Room quite often. After a few times we realised that the song the band play are the same 20 songs or so. They’re crowd-pleasers, tho. Those like Sweet Child of Mine, Ain’t Nobody, It’s My Life, Can’t Take my Eyes Off You (overkill Singaporean song), Rock DJ, etc. Anyway, after almost a year (?), last Saturday I kinda hoped that they’d found new songs to play. But was a bit disappointed that they’re still playing the same list of songs But we had fun nonetheless.

I’d love to hit clubs a bit more often, if only I could find more nice places and if only booze prices were much cheaper. Alcohol is just to freakin expensive in Singapore. Maybe we should just start at the local coffeeshop with those beer aunties with fanny packs and curly hair soaked in wet-look gel (is that how the chikopeks like it??), get drunk on Tiger (p*ss) and then head to the more chichi designations and pretend that we’re drunk on vodka martinis.

I’m a bad dancer, except when I’m possessed

The pre-kungfu strike and the typical Asian pose

She’s not drunk

A Fun and Informative Saturday

Dropped by the newly opened Peranakan Museum at Armenian Street last Saturday. I can’t remember exactly how long they’ve been closed for renovation. I just remember that I liked being in the former school. It was initially another branch of the Asian Civilisation Museum but I guess they choose to make it more specialised and thus the Peranakan Museum. Honesly, I don’t know if I’m counted as a peranakan. I’m not even too sure about the family’s genealogy. But it’s definitely fun to see those things that we have at home (or keep in boxes) displayed in the museum – our TV table at home was a functioning altar until my Granpa died about 17 years back, and our house is filled with random (straits?) chinese antiquities.

Stumbled upon an interesting place – a small graveyard in the Armenian Church’s yard. Pretty interesting, since I’ve never actually seen any old Christian grave here. Small tombs arranged in 2 curves with some tombstone figures losing their extremeties, no mausoleum or whatnot. But still a nice find, afterall. And apparently the famous Vanda Miss Joaquim (namesake of the Singaporean Orchid) is buried there.

Another interesting find is the Civil Defence Gallery at the pretty (as in, beautiful) old Fire Station opposite Funan (near the Philatelic Museum). Saw some old fire engines there, including a steam-powered one. The second level was less interesting IMO, tho. Contains a replica of an ambulance’s interior, some rescue scenes (including a really boring elevator scene where all you did was look at the level-indicator lights and listen to some woman’s voice telling you that the firefighters are coming to help you at level 18), and hazmat suits.