my first experience at the INK club and bar with ENERGY and the popular LC crew. (:

What a holiday. Well, somesort.

Apart from waking up REALLY early for lessons, I enjoyed myself. Well, sorta. I mean, Okay. I'll be more specific. In the entire 7 day holiday I had, I only enjoyed myself Friday night and Saturday evening onwards. And today? Today was just nuts. But you know what? Fuck today, and fuck the rest of the days. Friday and Saturday just rocked lah, please.

Even though it got me grounded, broke, and one hell of a yelling.

Friday night, the choir was meant to sing at church for Stations, but CJC had something going on for all the youths aged 16-20+, so the guys and me went for the event while the choir back at church suffered with 3 singers. ONLY. Haha. Pathetic right? Its like, might as well just NOT sing at all and give it to another choir or something. But kudos to them, for covering our asses. Thanks guys.

The CJC thing just wasn't for me I guess. The guys were having fun checking out the babes there, but when introduced to some of em, I could just feel the coldness of some people. SO NOT FRIENDLY LA! Whatever, man. Struggled to stay awake throughout the Taize and the bloody irritating, annoying chants that just made me wish so hard I could fucking throw the .... nevermind.

The party that got me wakin' was the aftermath at Raffles City. Dressed simply, just in a long-sleeved BUMequip shirt, jeans and SANDALS, I waltzed in with the guys to Ink Bar. No kidding. My heart was pounding. Fear just kept running through my veins. Fear for getting caught, fear for getting shooed, fear for getting handed over to the cops. Its like, throughout the night, I was trying to figure out what was the worst that could happen, if it should happen.

I only relaxed after everyone moved in front of the band. But bang! After enjoying 2-3 of the songs they were playin, the singer pointed to our group infront and said..

"Eh, you guys in front. Are you guys even legal to be here?"

AND SHE WAS STARING RIGHT AT ME LA!

Hahaha. Fuck my baby looking face you know, like seriously. I'll bloody get everyone in trouble one of these days. I bloody panicked MAN! And in addition, its like, after she asked that, THE WHOLE PUB WENT SILENT! Haha. Then I gulped. Didn't know what the fuck to say, so then I winked at her and shrugged my shoulders. Sorta like, "for me to know, for you to find out" kinda thing. Heh. And she responded,

"Arhhh. But its okay. So long as you guys drink the legal drinks, then you're okay."

And she changed the subject to another table. Thank fucking God. Don't know why the hell I panicked anyway. I was bloody sipping on expensive coke lah, fuck. But that's not the point. Anyway....


I LOVED her. She was damn good in all the songs she sang! And for a local, she actually sings Since You've Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson DAMN well. And and and - the absolute must - she had awesome stage presence. She could totally connect to the audience. Sweet babe.

After their last set, I went up to her before she could leave and asked for a namecard.

me: Hey! Um.. could I have your namecard o' somethin?
her: Oh hey! Yeah um.. but I thought one of your buds took the card already?
me: Yeah.. but well.. think they lost it.
her: Oh darnn.. I don't have my namecard with me now.. will you be coming down on Wednesday to see us play? I could give it to ya then.
me: Awww man.. well, you know what? like you guessed, I AM one of the underaged fellas.. so yeah.. got school and stuff..
her: *takes her file and covers the side of her face like as if I just told her one big secret* I laughed.
her: Okay. tell you what. Wait right here, okay?
me: Kay.

She went to some guy and asked for the namecard, she got it and she gave it to me.

her: here you go.
me: THANKS! Oh, and by the way, you guys did REAL good tonight! :D
her: :D Thanks!

I grinned like some kid who got her first candy floss before running the hell out of the pub to catch up with the guys.

Then NICK [Not Na, my apologies] drove me back home. Got home at 2am plus. And she just makes me wanna scream.

Saturday morning, got pissed cos one of my friends delayed the project, and said some nasty stuff to me in my face. But nonetheless, got down to business, didn't give a fuck about her, did the project on my own whilst the rest just played around and watched POpcoRN. Played pool for abit, ate at KFC. Went home after that, got scolded AGAIN. One, for not eating lunch at home, two, for going out without telling her anything. Rah.

Couldn't go for choir practice. ):

Then the guys said they were going to the INK bar AGAIN. I wanted to go man. Like, damn freakin badly. I'd jolly well kill myself if I didn't go. In addition, its like, their last set is on Wednesday. I can't bloody go there on Friday and expect to see Energy play. So fuck groundedness, fuck rules. I was breaking all of it in one bloody night. So you know what I did? I faked sleep. The oldest trick in the book. The moment I heard the water running, the lights being switched off,
I woke up, got the clothes ready, tiptoed to the bathroom, had the quickest shower of my LIFE, ran back, changed, sprayed light feminine perfume so that the smell doesn't get to her bedroom, took my sneakers, locked the door, and ran out the house. Wore my sneakers on the way to the MRT station.

It seriously pays, man.

Met up with the crew at INK. Went in, only saw Na and Nick. Shot a glance at her. She was singing some song which I had no idea of. And plus plus plus, the pub was DAMN empty. So like, fuck it, I'd rather go find the rest of the crew downstairs. Besides. Just to be left there with Na and Nick wasn't really my thing. I bloody felt like I was at the pub with mom and dad or something. HA. So yeah, you could say that I'm more of groupies and crews. Hahaha.

Met up with the rest at mos burger. Talked for abit, explained my absence at choir.. then Dickie said "Wah. So fast already get no.1 fan. Coming in 2 nights in a row."

But honestly, if I was some rich legal fella, I'll be following them wherever they went man. Drinks and good live bands totally go together. And I'm serious. They're [Energy] really good. Only thing is, they play songs on reeeepeat. Not like its a bad thing, its aight with me since they sing and play damn well. Just gets a little boring I guess, after a while.

After paying visit to the respective loos, we went up. And boy, was I happy to see that she remembered me. HAHA. Its like, I followed in after Benedict and after greeting the waitress a "Good evening" back to her fucked face. I swear I hate that waitress. Bloody ignored us for the whole night on Friday, AND on that night itself as she greeted me, SHE BLOODY GAVE ME THE DAMN ONE-KIND LOOK LA! Fucking wish I could just punch her in the.. Whatever. So back to the singer. Walked in, and after I passed by the pillar, she saw me! And she smiled and waved at me. WHILE SINGING! I waved back and grinned like a bloody 6 year old. SWEEEEET. ((:

Heard them sing the first set, then they took a break. Think its just cos of the croooowd being a lil dead. Then she came up to our table. Introduced ourselves. DAMN funny. When it came to me, she was like,

her: eh darling! I didn't catch your name yesterday! what's your name?
me: I'm jessica.
her: Ah.. jessica!

And she went on to Nick.

her: what's your name?
him: Nicholas.
her: Nicholas.. hmm. Dawn, Jessica, Nicholas.. forgive me, I'm not very good at remembering names.

I chuckled. Then Na came back at that moment.

her: what's your name?
na: Verena.
her: Ok. Dawn, Jessica, Verena...

And when it came to Nick, she forgot! HA! :D

her: what's the first letter of your name?
him: 'N'.
her: *long pause* ah.. NICHOLAS!

I laughed. Her reaction was so damn funny. And Nick was all the while playing Mr Cool Cucumber. Then of course, the rest of the guys introduced themselves respectively.

Bloody fucking hilarious.

When the guitarist came over, things got even MORE funny! Not gonna go there though. As quoted, "aiyah, its just in his blood lah." I swear the look on the guy's face.. hahaha. If he could punch Dicky, I think he would have. Oh well..

As for the rest of the night, I just happily sang along. Na was amused at how I can remember lyrics. Even for raps. She kow-towed to me. HAHA. When the band came back, I clapped to the beat, swayed a little, but couldn't due to the chairs and 3 people squeezin in one corner. The guys were so dead. Like, bored-dead. All they did was just sit there and look at the singer. Feel damn bad. HAHA. What a bad impression we must've given em.. blah.

And all night as she sang the 2nd set, she kept shooting glances at me and motioning me to get on the dancefloor. ME? Dance? Like those bloody expats in sarongs? HAHAHAHA. I'll be the laughing stock of the century. And besides, the last thing I needed was to attract attention from the crowd.

After the second set, the guys were bored. And everyone wanted to go home. ):

Rah. Thinking about it now, I should've asked Dawn to help snap a pic of me and the band together or something. I love Energy. They just rock, dammit. Bloody good band. AWESOME PEOPLE. From pro Guitarists, to the fantastic Drummer, to the handsome Keyboardist, to the sweetest, babelicious SINGER, baby!

And the singer? Bloody freakin hell. She's awesomeee. She looks so familiar, like as if she's someone I've seen somewhere someplace before, like long ago. And I feel so.. I don't know. Alive? Whenever she chats me up. Hah. Weird. Like as if we're long lost friends or something. HAHA. I wish.

Sigh. Can't wait for my 17th. It'll be a dream come true if I could go to the pub where they're playing at, and have them sing a birthday song for me or something while having a drink with like a whole group of people whom I love SO much. Like how they did for Shirley, one of the ladies who was clubbing down Friday night with her mates. I know that just won't happen for me. Totally highly unlikely. It'll be unbelievable.

BUT I hope, wish and pray it will. (:

Fuck, I just loved Friday and Saturday. Thanks guys. And there you have it. My first experience at the INK bar, with the best live band ever. Ladies and gentlemen, Ima say it once, and no, playa, I ain't repeatin it.

I love Energy. Energy rocks, period. And no, Ernie, I ain't talking about that Cina band with 4 chinkee punks. :D