supper in bed

day three. stomachs filled with a heavy breakfast at the hotel restaurant, we whizzed off for mega-shopping at chatuchak weekend market. woohoo!

this being a shopping trip and not a sight-seeing one, we knew photo opportunities were few and far between. the chatuchak park was good enough. as though we don't have enough parks in singapore already.

but notice the sky. it was far from rainy that day. in fact, the sweltering heat forced me to deck myself in a singlet, shorts and slippers. i felt like one of the thai homies for a day. ok, back to the sky. it's so grey because of the air pollution. seriously. it's almost perpetually hazy all year round at the busy districts.

with 15000 stalls, chatuchak weekend market is one of the largest in asia. from striped tees to jeans to beads and accessories to food to candles to ornaments to textiles to chickens (yikes! bird flu!) and puppies, you can find almost anything there. and if you ask me, it kicks ass! totally. we didn't need lunch. the sights and sounds of the bustling market were enough to fuel us. the downside: it's super hot and stuffy inside. luckily i heeded the warning from ben hong and brought water along.

it was near impossible to visit every stall. it was overwhelming to browse them at the rate we were going. it's a wonder how we managed to stay on our feet for that long.

done with dinner, we went back to our room early to wash up and prepare for a night out in town. oh yeah. somehow we both fell asleep. i woke up in a daze some time later. i was hoping i didn't miss the clubbing hours. clock displayed '09.45'. the timing was just right! talk about luck.

now wide awake, i literally dragged clarence outta his dreamland. he's allergic to alcohol, but that's no reason not to club. i could tell he was completely and utterly reluctant.

on our way to the lift lobby, i felt an evil presence behind this door. the number said it all. i wasn't about to find out who stayed there, so we took a quick picture and fled to bed supperclub, the hottest nightspot in town. after all the hype from rachel, ben hong and even lik sin, i had to party there.

i noticed three funky people from across the room. they were on the same flight as us and stayed at the same hotel. and now they were at the supperclub too? coincidence is a really mild word to use to use here.

so, introducing the friendly and fun people, from left, sonia, boon and raymond. they ordered food and let me freeload. how nice.

i started sharing a bottle of chivas with them. clarence predicted trouble. i predicted fun and games. we were both right.

clarence tried his best to smile. "what's so great about this place?", he quipped. aw, shuttup.

it was clear he wasn't enjoying himself. standing there, sipping his wholesome glass of coke and looking bored without any alcohol coursing through his veins, i couldn't blame him.

the other room only opened at 11.30. curiosity killed the cat, but i knew i was far from getting killed over here. i needed to check it out.

over there, they got beds! no sofas, just beds. so comfy! everyone was lying down and snuggling up on the pillows while house music blared. uber-cool.


the ang moh robot man! he tried his best to sizzle on the platform with his jerky dance moves. it turned out to be pretty hilarious. nice try doode.

in my slight drunkeness, i plonked myself on the sofa and started taking pictures.

if you can't find a good outfit, put on some whacky headgear. or at least that's what this bunch were trying to tell us.

the lady's feathered crown was sexy, but the two guys' arabian hats didn't do their clothes much favour.

sonia and boon were high on their alcohol. i had just about as much as them. sonia insisted on us downing it all by the glasses. i was game. maybe a little bit too game; i was downing all the alcohol faster than them. woozy by now, the artistic savant in me took control. my sneakers were glowing in the light. i snapped away. this shot turned out pretty well.

by 1.30, the music stopped, the lights were on. shucks. clubbing curfew in bangkok was at 1.

a quarter-bottle of chivas was brewing in my belly, and besides the dizziness, i wasn't affected much. i could walk down the steps without any support. making our way back by cab, i remembered the two girls were uttering nonsense. raymond was surprisingly reticent. we were all drunk and wasted.

i was feeling energetic and happy. call it an unnatural high. it was fun. really.

back at the hotel, it wasn't so fun. luckily clarence fell asleep fast. he didn't have to witness me rolling on the toilet floor. everything was spinning non-stop. soon, my stomach followed suit. i began wondering why my vision only rotated clockwise and not any other way. i puked six times in two waves, three times each. my abdominal muscles crammed. the toilet bowl was my friend.

getting drunk was definitely an experience. getting high was amazing. puking was enlighteningly gross. i can't wait till i try weed in usa. but in the meantime, if anyone of you see sonia, boon or raymond on the streets, do help me say 'hi' to them. and get their contact numbers. i realised i didn't even ask for their contacts. stupid me. that was my only regret on a night of sheer partying.


day four. i woke up feeling hyper-energetic, even after all that drinking and clubbing the previous night. no headaches, no hangover. nothing. i then realised that i've been blessed with a gift: the gift of drinking.
the same can't be said of clarence. haha!