Surgical Gathering

Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's the late hours, but I've been feeling very tired everyday. Waking up is still a torture, and the chicken essence of another brand doesn't seem to be as effective as Brand's.

Was planning to give the Surgical Gathering a miss, but Sam came knocking on my door, insisting that I go along and promising that we'll come back straight after dinner.

YA RIGHT. *rolls eyes*

Went to Angel Vaults for dinner with a big group of people - nurses, surgeons, housemen, secretaries. I was told it was a poshy restaurant which was very much raved about by other people, hence, I took the effort to at least put on a decent dress with simple make up, instead of going in with my crap hooded jacket, jeans and tracks.

The restaurant's nice, but I probably over-expected a little, so I wasn't extremely impressed. Western food obviously, but it was quite nice I must say. At least for the very rare few times, I find myself in a restaurant where the chef pays attention to the dishes he presents. Of course, this came with a price.

I was quite lucky in a way because I was seating with my fellow housemen, so there was a lot of crap going on on our table. I was the quieter one as usual, especially when I was happily devouring the food placed in front of me. I would have died of boredom during dinner if I were to seat with nurses.

To the pub was the plan after dinner. Typical.

It was intimidating when I step foot into the pub. The crowd there were mostly men in their 40s. They looked really scary to me since they were either terribly muscular or stout. They just reminded me of the guys in angmo porn. Gross.

I was thinking, while standing quietly in a corner, why would anyone choose to come to this pub, and just realised that the age of most of the nurses could be THE reason.

I hated every minute in that pub for other several reasons.

Firstly, I hate people getting drunk. And I hate it more when they come talking to me when they're drunk since they tend to come really close to me, making me feel very uncomfortable. I like keeping my distance frm drunkards. I hate the smell of alcohol on them even more.

Secondly, the music was tooooooo loud. The speakers weren't the best quality to bring out the bass too. There was karaoke session at the back of the pub too, and because the music plus mic volume was so extremely loud, it was torturing for my ears rather than pleasure.

Thirdly, these people cannot sing for nuts. I remember going to KTV in Sg with a friend I am not in touch with anymore, before. That KTV session was my worst experience during then, since he goes out of tune from the beginning to the end, and wouldn't give the mic up as well. I almost died during then. Yesterday was a similar experience, but much worse since the volume was so loud. U can tell how tortured I was every second there hearing people singing out of tune so loudly, which makes me wonder how they can even find it enjoyable. And can't someone tell whether him/herself is out of tune? Dread it when people just sing for the volume. Can't they be serious when singing?

Fourth, I hate watching angmos smooching different people, and having their arms all over the opposite sex.

Lastly, I dislike strangers whom I want to keep away from, pulling me to the dance floor to dance with them. I am weird, because I like dancing alone in my room. I don't enjoy dancing and showing off moves (I'm crap!) on crowded dance floors. The sight of those "dodgy looking men" there turns me off so much, that I can't wait to run far far away frm them, needless to say how petrified I am when they try to come over n drag me to the dance floor. It even got to a point whereby I was grabbing onto the table to stop being pulled away. And getting up from my seat and run to another place.

I know I am not being sporting, but I hate being who I'm not. I don't like pretending to be blend in with angmos, like what many Chinese girls like doing. I dread it even more trying to behave like a bitch like some SPGs. I don't fancy trying to act sexy in photos taken in pubs which u'll see lots of from "famous bloogers". I don't appreciate how it can make one look more special, or prove the point that one is having lots of fun.

I was supposed to go back with Sam, but she ended up chatting endlessly with a few colleagues, and it did got on my nerves waiting for 3 hrs. I really regretted not walking out halfway through to catch a cab back.

In summary, apart frm the food, everything else sucks. And I do regret turning up in some ways. Argh...