Pure camwhore

Once upon a time, four friends decided last minute to go to MOS (Ministry of Sound) on a Saturday night.

Except that two friends had to go home to change first, so the other two, namely Sheylara and the Goonfather, went in first to see if they could get a table.

It was Sheylara’s first time to MOS and she had to try very hard not to look too impressed or everyone would think she’s a nerd or something.

Of course, it was only 9:30 pm, so the only folks there to judge her were empty tables and chairs. And maybe bored waiters hiding in the shadows, dreading the impending wave of mayhem that would wash over them in about two hours.

Sheylara liked the main hall in MOS. It was very tastefully decorated. But all the tables were reserved.

She liked the retro disco funk room. It was very pretty. But all the tables were reserved.

She liked the hip hop room. It was very death grungy. But all the tables were reseved.

She liked the ladies’ room. It had a big mirror in it. But there were no tables in there.

Then, she and the Goonfather passed by a room with a closed door.

“Pssst!” said a man in black.

Surprised, they turned to look at him.

“Come in…” said the man invitingly, almost seductively.

“What’s in there?” asked Sheylara.

“Why don’t you come in and see for yourself?” said the man teasingly.

Actually, Sheylara already knew about the room because there was a sign at the door saying “PURE” and she had read about it in blogs. People like to hold parties in there, apparently.

They went in.

Sheylara liked the PURE room. It was very… pure. All the tables were free.

And all the tables looked like giant Panadol pills.

Which might help if one were to get prematurely hungover.

So Sheylara and the Goonfather settled down in the PURE room and the man in black looked very happy. It looked like he doesn’t get very much patronage for his room.

After ordering drinks, the Goonfather whipped out his PSP and started playing.


Sheylara didn’t bring her DS because damn clubbing handbags are too small to fit anything in.

So she took out her camera and started engaging in the only activity available to her at the moment, besides trying to get herself drunk on wimpy screwdrivers sitting on giant panadols.

The Goonfather spent the next hour and a half playing PSP.

Sheylara spent the next hour and a half taking photographs of herself. It was really fun because the light changed colours every few seconds.

It was fun doing United Colours of Sheylara.

Normal Sheylara

Red Sheylara

Pink Sheylara

Green Sheylara

Purple Sheylara

Magenta Sheylara

Green Sheylara

Camwhoring is obviously a very tiring activity. After 1.5 hours of making smilies at the camera, Sheylara got really tired.

She excused herself (to no one in particular since the only people in the room at the moment were a PSP addict and bored waiters) and went to the little ladies’ room.

Sheylara taking a break

By the time she returned to PURE, her errant friends had arrived.

The Goonfather was still playing his PSP.

Errant friend #2 was taking a nap.

PURE was still very empty.

More camwhoring happened in the next hour while the men were otherwisely occupied.

When Sheylara’s camera ran out of space and battery juice, the girls decided that they were hungry and because lousy MOS didn’t serve food, they left the club in search of sustenance.

After a heavy supper at Hooters, everyone went home.

How fun was that.

Making faces in the disco

We were supposed to go to Dragonfly but ended up at Velvet Dragon. Crappy place for drinks because the happy hour jugs were watered down, possibly due to them being quite cheap ($50 for 3 house pours).

We didn’t get to try the after-happy-hour drinks because we finished partying at about 1:45 am, after finishing nine happy hour jugs. How crappy is that? I am never going clubbing on a Friday night again because people are tired after a long day at work and have no stamina left to party. (Not that I go clubbing a lot, maybe like once a year.)

Here are the girls.

No picture of the boys because men are boring and hate camwhoring.

The girls also wanted to be boring and play five-ten, but I am so sick of five-ten. (Actually, I knew Nanny Wen was plotting to get me drunk and drinking games are the quickest way to finish someone off.)

So, I did the smart thing by making them pose for photos instead.

We camwhored for a good while, and then Wang Wang came up with something totally silly. She said, “Let’s do a six faces photoshoot.” (In which each person had to make six funny faces in succession.)

I was the first guinea pig. As usual.

That was totally asinine.

Nanny Wen up next:

And then Elyxia, who wasn’t making faces so much as posing.

And, finally, the mastermind herself.

I was her photographer, but her faces were so hilarious that I couldn’t stop laughing, which made me lose count, so she ended up making only five faces. (The one in the middle bottom is taken from another photo just to fill up the space.)

Despite having only five faces, Wang Wang is the undisputed champion of the six faces game. But what a silly game.

And then, the dance floor called out to us and we danced all the way till it was time to go home.

That’s all.

Haha. Anti-climax right?