I arrived late at the KM8 party sponsored by Bain. To get a free drink, P3s were supposed to go to the bar with a P1. However the organisers had run out of drink coupons. Darn!
Before I could do much about it, my old groupmates RB and ES appeared. And before I knew it, they and other guys hauled me to the pool. Fortunately I gave up my electronic gear (iPhone, camera, electronic car key) before I hit the water. Many other people followed. Some guys were thrown in wearing shirts and trousers. A few girls wearing evening dresses were thrown in. There was no mercy. In the land of KM8, everyone is fair game.
In the pool, a guy came up and asked if I’m Vanessa Tan. I said yes. He said he was one of the guys who responded to my blog. I said it was great to meet my readers in person. And he’s a P1!
After some water fights I eventually emerged from the pool and started looking for the kind person who had kept my belongings. I was also still looking for classmates who had drink coupons!
In the semi-darkness and among masses of people, I bumped into a guy whom I thought was S, a Chinese-American who sits in front of me. Then I realised it wasn’t S but a P1. He was holding a drink coupon. I told him that drink coupons had run out, and he kindly offered me his coupon (despite my insistence that he should keep it for himself) and bought himself a drink instead! I think his name was ‘Yong’ and he’s from California … A big thank you for this chivalrous act!
He raised a question which I will answer on this blog: “It seems that the locals I’ve spoken to don’t know of this place. Is that true? Where do the locals really party in Singapore?” My answer was yes; locals go to Zouk, which is probably the longest-surviving club that is still quite popular, and more recently, St James’ Powerstation. Clarke Quay has a mix of locals and expats.
I hit the beach, found my stuff and started snapping photos of other people getting dunked. They will be posted on Facebook, and some photos will not be tagged. Some of you will thank me for this ;-)
I bumped into a P3’er from Fonty who was Israeli and I asked him a question I’ve been wanting to ask Jews for a while: “Do you know which tribe you come from?” He said 10 of the 12 tribes were no more, but he himself didn’t have records of which tribe he came from. I had thought if they were still records, it would be quite cool to say “I’m from Judah, from the line of King David”. I am sure there are some of his genes around. I also asked if his family was safe in Israel, and learnt that different parts of Israel are in danger at different times, while other regions are relatively safe.
On my way back to the car, I bumped into a group of P3ers from Fonty who had to wait an hour for the next bus. I gave them all a lift to St James so they could catch a cab instead. One of my passengers was MZ who has his own blog (we’ve been linking to each other for a while but had yet to meet in person).
Now it’s time to sleep, and after church I had really better finish some work!
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