Honestly, I've never liked to be with clever people. One thing is that they make me feel stupid. Another thing is they'll never be able to understand why we dim witted people cannot understand things in a snap of a finger like them. They can't understand why we can't understand something that seems so simple to them. Why why why. To me clever people holding PHDs and Masters who cannot even understand normal people like us are nothing to me. But I suppose its because they've never been normal.

Whatever happened after our dinner was unplanned and totally spontaneous. Someone within our gang just suggested whether we wanted to go down to Ministry of Sound to take a look, and since we were near we decided to go. But before that we took a group photo together, and Calvin went to ask this ang mo guy to help us take picture. The ang mo mistaken him as some salesman/annoying student selling flags/beggar and told him to go away until Calvin made clear about his request, ahahahaha. Calvin really very funny sometimes one.

Anyway we ventured down to the neon lighted streets, passing over smoking ah bengs, trishaw uncles and their blaring techno music, curious tourists and girls in skin baring outfits. It was really quite dark, but I remember I saw a lot of cleavages of ang mo people. I felt like a tourist myself, looking all around, and I remember that there's this weird hospital theme cafe. 

Don't know if you guys would know where I was at from this above picture. Its like the only clear pic I've taken of. -_-

Anyway when we reached MOS I was surprised at the queue. I didn't know you had to queue to go in. -_- The entrance looked totally different from my mental image. Oh well. But we decided to take advantage of the student's special thing and guys could even enter for free before 11pm. I felt a little uneasy when I had to pass my EZ link card over for this pretty lady to check. I felt like a total noob la, but she flashed me a smile and told me to proceed. The entrance already had vapours of dry ice pouring out, and again I felt uneasy when the intimidating security guards checked our stuff and such, although I'm pretty sure they knew that we're just here for sightseeing. 

After passing through the security check, I was immediately overwhelmed by the loudness of the blaring music, so loud my guts were trembling at every beat and the ground throbbed under my feet. Everywhere was dark except for streams of spotlights and coloured beams. I was disorientated in an instant. 

As it was still early, there weren't a lot of people around. But we knew that there were people were leering at us for behaving in such a touristy way. And there was already this ang mo guy making out with some girl. A lot of the girls suddenly had their pelvis bones dislocated and were swinging their hips side to side when they walked like no one's business. I was busy blocking my eardrums from the super duper loud music. Puffs of dry ice appeared from nowhere and stung my eyes. The whole place was so cold I was shivering. I was silently wondering why would anyone feel this place as remotely fun, a place to relax, to drown all their worries in a drink and escape from the harsh realities of the day. I immediately wanted to go out, and never step into the place again. I felt very insecure, not just because there were strangers leering at us but being in there made me felt as though some part of me has been numbed, or one of my five senses has been taken away. I was like walking through a scene in some show, watching the scene go before me in a kind of a dreamy, foggy kind of way. Everyone's face was mystified by dark shadows, dyed in strange hues of pink and blue. 

I suppose that's the feeling some people want to get out of when they go to club ba. To forget who they are, even if for a moment, to submerge themselves in this surreal environment where everyone is so free and open. In our group of five, only two of us had been to a club. One of my male friend is a freqent clubber, so he was like quite on and was like, "EH GO DANCE EH! GO DANCE EH!" while I was like "EH GO HOME EH! GO HOME EH!". I had my attention on this (again) ang mo group of clubbers, who were the only dancers at that time. There was only one female in the group, dressed in a short tube dress and heels bua-ing with the guys. They really don't know how to dance lar, and the guy just kept bua-ing back lor. Then suddenly this guy, toot toot one just danced there alone, shaking shaking and kept repeating the same movements. A bit sad ah, dance alone. He must be really troubled to do something like that. 

Soon enough we got tired of this place and got out. Honestly I felt an urge to ask everyone in the club at that time what their dreams, fears and troubles were. For what reason were they in there, what do they feel when they are in there. 

Perhaps I could gain an interesting perspective from them eh.