Celebrated NYE with Ken and the rest of the gang last night.

The night started with the shocking revelation that our favourite watering-hole, SIX BAR was closed...It was a painful and disheartening scenario...afterall, where else could we look get free shots after midnight?

We waddled down Boat Quay like a gaggle of surly geese, checking out the sickly rows of lacklustre pubs. Many of these joints were as happening as the River Hongbao was during Christmas...The crowd was subdued and tepid-certainly not two things that would make a NYE celebration great...Even Harry's looked kinda grim and lifeless...Eventually, we decided to sink our weary butts into a dubious-looking establishment called MAD FLEMMINGS BAR...

A dark and ominous sense of foreboding filled my soul the moment I stepped in...My nerves were throbbing with wave upon wave of twitchy alarm signals...My fears that something bad was going to unfold were confirmed the moment the vulpine waitress sashayed over and informed us in a saccherine, yet patronising voice, "You've missed HAPPY HOUR by two minutes, Dah-Lings!"

After reeling in shock for a moment, we decided to place our order anyway...Had a couple of dreadful Bourbon Cokes and a splash of Chivas...Totally unimpressed. Genevieve joined us in this torrid setting around ten-ish, looking a picture...A fine Monet if I may add. On the other hand, the rest of us looked like the screaming face in Munch's Scream...the prices of the finger-food were so exhorbitant, it seemed as if human fingers went into them ( This is a metaphor, so don't be grossed out and feel free to order next time...If you have a thick wallet, that is.) Oh, and the music sucks...The playlist was the illegitimate love-child of Regressive Trance, Shallow House and...urgh...Techno.

We needed a change in environment. Fast.

With thirty minutes to the countdown, we made our way to Clarke Quay for the Mardi Gras...Comparing Boat Quay to Clarke Quay is like comparing Hades to the Elyssium Fields. Suffice to say, the vibes in Clarke Quay were so much better...Human traffic was so much more voluminous, and the whole place was just a hive...checked Attica and nearly got drowned by the overwhelming human tidal wave at MOS...It was like being in the middle of an insane dark swarm...

At midnight, the area was illuminated by bursts of scintillating fire-works....The whole place became a massive dance-floor and everyone boogied to the beats of Outkast, The Black-eyed Peas, PCD and other Gods of the Hip-Hop pantheon...

Next stop was Mohammad Sultan a.k.a BengVille (Pop: 12,658)...The police presence there was overwhelming...and I guess that scared away the crowds, who were probably at MOS anyway. I think NYE to the SPF is what NDP is to the SAF- a chance to show off how garang our uniformed personnel are...Maybe SPF should deploy NPCC people to do crowd control next time, since NCC people are often arrowed to do saikang in NDP.HAHAHA!...At RUsh, I was hoping that I would not run into Justin Soong...Saying Hi to him was not the best way to begin 2006...

After a short break at 7-eleven, we proceeded on our hedonistic Journey To The West. After drifting through a motley assortment of joints, we entered Club ROxy...Guys: 28, Gals: 25...
I thought this was a Club for geriatrics, but the door-bitch was so cute that I really wanted to go and check it out...Isaac, a.k.a Mr Smoothie, managed to talk the bunch of us past the front door, into the plush, liveried elevator and unto the dance floor...Once we entered the dance floor, a guy with a wolf motif on his shirt and an old hippie in a blue floral Hawaiian shirt immediately zoomed in on Gen and Alicia...who were just trying to let their hair down and dance...We formed a largely ineffective protective circle around them ( our galpals, of couse, not the old pervs.)...but wolfie managed to break through and strike a conversation. Suffice to say, he tried to snare a lamb, but was eventually given a sharp kick by a Mountain Goat...Muahaha...

We partied at Roxy until they closed, and then went for a late-late supper at Lau Pa Sat...by then, my stomach was churning with a full-load of Martinis and Bourbons...I politely excused myself, wished everyone Happy '06 and took the bus home...

After spending some time with my head at the rim of the potty, I flopped unto my bed like a carcass and submitted to a drunken slumber...where I dreamed of goats chasing wolves around MS..Haha