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It felt like another aimless barhopping night after stepping out of B-quartet's gig at the Arts House. Looking and being anal doesn't help. It always come to me as a great surprise when strangers chat me up especially the non whiny sort. That night, Biddite and I stumbled upon a treasure cave in the culture desert of Singapore. Jugs were 1 for 1 so we have a huge jug of gin and tonic each which did the job well for us. DJ Yukata was good but R&B is just not for anal people like yours truly. Everyone is cool and designer-like in Butter Factory (managed by the people who brought up Coco Latte) but not the poser way in most indie hang-outs. They were just there to have fun and it was the type of environment which doesn't scorn flipflops or bermudas. Even loners have fun. They moved around striking casual conversation about anything.
A guy in my fav shade of green T-shirt (smoking in ennui without the company of his fiancee) asked me why I looked concerned which I took to mean unhappening. He spoke to me like I were his old friend, and I felt at ease too. But my speech and cerebrum were impaired by alcohol so I had no capacity to keep up with any conversation. After a while he resumed his smoke at the bar, watching the world goes my on the swimming pool inspired dance floor. Good to talk crap with. Hope the next time I ever see him, he'll be with this fiancee, and DJ plays drum n bass.