Posted in c'est ma vie , high-jink , photoholic
UPDATE: Those who have visited the Butter Factory on 17 June, please monitor your health. and seek medical attention if unwell. One cluster of locally-infected cases has been identified from Butter.
Eh... I was there on 20th. Let's hope everything's fine...
When your once-favourite obsure joint goes up the popularity ladder, be prepared to pay the price.
When your once-favourite obsure joint goes up the popularity ladder, be prepared to pay the price.
The new Butter Factory joint, now sitting at One Fullerton, is seeing MORE patrons than ever. Word on the street is that one needs to queue for at least two hours to get in!! Siao~! But the lure of thumping music and sweetness alcohol is too tough to resist. I haven't been clubbing since... a really long time. So you must know how willingly-unwilling I was to queue patiently for an hour plus.
It's prolly because of my recent bout of fever (not H1N1 lah...) that I was feeling slightly uninterested in hogging the dance floor. Prolly because it was simply too crowded. Prolly because Licai's endless bottles of Martell at the bar were more attractive. Prolly because I didn't want to warrant unnecessary attention and end up... you know, stuff you don't do anymore when you already have a boyfriend. =P
Shutter-buddy
A mis-communication in posing
This dude never grow old hah!
Courtesy of Karen
Yeah YOU!
The seemingly endless flow of cognac got me quite hyped up. And even Karen. Strange but true. Usually only bubblies can satisfy us. But Karen seemed very contented with the Martell and ended up so high throughout the night. Hahaha... Karen karen. It's her night anyway - bumping into old friends and a stranger whom she met on the plane when she returned from Shanghai. What are the odds?!
Oh interesting tidbit. With three bottles of cognac, naturally the bunch of us took up a space at the bar to settle our drinks. Two girls came up to our spot to get their drink. Now, we're not that sort of ungenerous Singaporeans. Naturally we let the two girls through to the bar. Instead of 'returning' the space to us after getting their drinks, the girls stood at that spot to consume their drinks. Now, we're not that sort of petty Singaporeans. We allowed them to continue with their drinks undisturbed. It was some time before Licai couldn't help it but asked the two girls if we could have our space back. It was somewhat cumbersome to stretch over the girls' heads and across their (barely there) boobs to get our glasses. I'm not sure if this is typical or perhaps a new generation of clubbers has emerged without me knowing - the girls asked for monetary exchange. Errrrr, yah. They asked for $40 in exchange of the 'space'. Errrr, yah. We don't want to mistake them for hookers but the request was pretty bizzare.
Karen lamented that the girls thesedays dress up so much for a clubbing session whereas she's still stuck in the 'comfy' era - jeans and flats. It was a 'haha' moment.
How has the clubbing scene changed in your perspective?
It's prolly because of my recent bout of fever (not H1N1 lah...) that I was feeling slightly uninterested in hogging the dance floor. Prolly because it was simply too crowded. Prolly because Licai's endless bottles of Martell at the bar were more attractive. Prolly because I didn't want to warrant unnecessary attention and end up... you know, stuff you don't do anymore when you already have a boyfriend. =P
Shutter-buddy
A mis-communication in posing
This dude never grow old hah!
Courtesy of Karen
Yeah YOU!The seemingly endless flow of cognac got me quite hyped up. And even Karen. Strange but true. Usually only bubblies can satisfy us. But Karen seemed very contented with the Martell and ended up so high throughout the night. Hahaha... Karen karen. It's her night anyway - bumping into old friends and a stranger whom she met on the plane when she returned from Shanghai. What are the odds?!
Oh interesting tidbit. With three bottles of cognac, naturally the bunch of us took up a space at the bar to settle our drinks. Two girls came up to our spot to get their drink. Now, we're not that sort of ungenerous Singaporeans. Naturally we let the two girls through to the bar. Instead of 'returning' the space to us after getting their drinks, the girls stood at that spot to consume their drinks. Now, we're not that sort of petty Singaporeans. We allowed them to continue with their drinks undisturbed. It was some time before Licai couldn't help it but asked the two girls if we could have our space back. It was somewhat cumbersome to stretch over the girls' heads and across their (barely there) boobs to get our glasses. I'm not sure if this is typical or perhaps a new generation of clubbers has emerged without me knowing - the girls asked for monetary exchange. Errrrr, yah. They asked for $40 in exchange of the 'space'. Errrr, yah. We don't want to mistake them for hookers but the request was pretty bizzare.
Karen lamented that the girls thesedays dress up so much for a clubbing session whereas she's still stuck in the 'comfy' era - jeans and flats. It was a 'haha' moment.
How has the clubbing scene changed in your perspective?
Obviously you haven't seen enough of that side of me, Gie. :)
I was very well-behaved that night actually.
So was I. >_<