Beyond the Chalet

A very late post, from way back (two weekends ago, actually). It was a rather packed weekend, since I was hopping from the Beyond concert to a chalet organized by my secondary 4 classmates.



The concert was really unexpectedly cool. But what can you expect from the grand olde kings of Hong Kong indie rock? I found out I actually knew more of their tunes than I originally thought, and the crowd was crazy, with the majority on their feet whenever the band performed.

There were a lot of young'uns (read: younger than me) there too, which I found curious since the band really started in the 1980s and hit its heyday in the early 1990s. It's strange but also kinda cool that they're so into the granddaddy of HK rock.

Things that sucked: It began early; only twenty minutes late. Normally concerts don't start till at least half an hour past its scheduled time. Angeline and I just had dinner, so we were a little pressed for time. It started without us, and we missed a song and a half.

They also said there wasn't going to be an encore. The fans thought they were bluffing. They weren't. That blew.

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People who turned up at the chalet. There's quite a number. But the funny thing is, when you're younger, everyone's clamoring to stay overnight in the chalet. Now it seems everyone's busy finding a reason to leave. You used to have no problem squeezing five people onto a bed meant for two, but now you shudder at the thought of it.

After an almost-entire night of mahjong, a mad doctor dragged everyone out to see the sunrise at the Benjamin Sheares Bridge. unfortunately by the time we got everyone out of bed and rubbing their eyes, the sun was already rather advanced along its path of rising.

After parking at Fort Road, we walked.



And we walked.



And we walked some more.

It's kinda fun, walking along the highway with cars and trucks zipping by you. Even though your heart's in your mouth most of the time because the aforementioned mad doctor insists on going into the lanes of traffic to take a picture of everyone walking.

From the Benjamin Sheares Bridge, you get a damn good view of your surroundings, like so:


Tanjong Rhu


Marina South

Back at the chalet, I witnessed a miracle. There's a face in the wall!



Communication was not established.

Then I spent most of Sunday curled up with a book in the chalet before joining people for dinner. Why do so many people have to work on a fuckin' Sunday?

That was pretty much my weekend, right there. Stay tuned: The next weekend involved a wedding. I've been a busy little bee.