I was chilling out at Embargo before going to centro last nite and suddenly, i heard the shattering of glass and the sounds of argument coming from the back of some plants that divided embargo from another cafe so i couldn't get a view of what was going on. The argument got more heated but too bad, i couldnt see anything. darn. After some time, it died off and as it got later into the nite, we headed down to centro which had rather boring music and crowd. There were too many uni students and it kinda bored us coz we expected the crowd to be fulla models and pilots which it once used to be famous for. It didnt turn out to be as sophisticated as we thought would be so we decided to order the drinks and leave after that. Well, the bar was kinda screwed up. On one hand, they accepted my fren's order of a shirley temple with her drink coupon and yet when another fren ordered a shirley temple with another bartender with a similar coupon, he said that the coupon doesn't include mocktails. At first, he was too daft to even know what she wanted, he heard her saying temple and he said no such drink and duh, he should have guessed that she wanted a shirley temple. When she made it clear she wanted shirley temple and he rejected her order, she was pissed and told him that her fren managed to get the drink at the other bar counter so why couldn't she get. She said that if he doesn't give her the drink, she will order from the other counter and complain to the manager so she said in her classic aussie slang: So r u gona get it for me or not? He had no choice but to relent in the end. So after gulping two rounds of drinks one after another and feeling saccharinely saturated, we headed down to liquid room at gallery evason hotel. We knew that there was no cover charge but we did not expect that there was no escape from ordering drinks as we were so bloated after drinking two straight rounds of drinks. My friend wanted to get her fren who was already partying there to convince the bouncers that he had already ordered drinks for us but they didn't take that crap. Darn, I never expected the bouncers there to evolve so quickly in terms of their intellect coz the last few times, we alwiz got away with ordering drinks. It's a great place with better music, british techno helps us to get high more quickly than the sucky music at centro. But i must say that the music is several decibels above most clubs and it's really heart-thumping when u r dancing near the DJ. The crowd was tonnes better with more expatriates and an older crowd. The place had a psychedelic feel to it and it was packed. Everyone was doing sleek dance moves and there was no synchronized dancing, thank goodness. As my toe on my left foot already had a blue-black clot under its nail, I was rather careful about being stepped on but some overly enthusiastic energy-bunny kept dancing and treading on that particular toe! I was quite mad so i moved to somewhere safer where there was more space. At the new spot, there was this loser who had enough dancing space for himself but he kept bumping to my frens and i. It was deliberate and worse still, he danced as if he was doing a gym workout as some moves looked like he was pumping iron. I glared at him and he knew that i was glaring but he continued bumping into us and i nearly wanted to slap his face and tell him off. My fren was doubly unlucky as some idiot burnt her with a cigarette butt while dancing. I wish these ppl burn themselves up so that they would know how painful it is. After a few bumps here and there, we got tired and disgusted and decided to leave. I was tempted to go to mdm wongs but my fren over there had just left the place so I was resigned to my fate and got home at abt 3 which was too early. Perhaps we are getting old and impatient of such ppl in such places, perhaps we are more suited for chill out places where we can just be sloths and drink. Perhaps, perhaps perhaps.