31st December 2009 couldn't start any less eventful with me having barely slept the night before while awaiting my bus ride at 7:45am. After about 1 week fooling around in KL I once again bade farewell and returned to Singapore.
The only difference - this was my first time spending new year's eve in Singapore. The initial new year's eve celebration plan fell apart and I was rather sure that I would be sleeping through the whole celebration (due to the severe sleep deprivation during my time in KL) until Patrick promptly messaged me.
The Patrick Face™
Two plans were proposed:
1) Shop and countdown in Vivo City
2) Countdown in our favourite bar Wala Wala
I wasn't that keen on Vivo City because I was very tired and the less walking the better for me. However Wala Wala wasn't that much attractive either because there were only two of us. As far as bars go, the more the merrier.
Heck, at least it beats spending new year's eve all alone - so off to Wala Wala we went.
Along the way we decided to call Yi Wang along, since he also came back on that day and he has always wanted to go to Wala Wala. The only trouble was that he had company and as a result:
It's fated Yi Wang, it's fated.
Wala Wala, the ever business opportunist, implemented a cover charge of $30 per person on that day. So we ordered a bottle of red wine to waive off the cover charge.
The only alcohol consumed that night.
The band that performed that night was The Reverie. We were half expecting The Unexpecteds to perform since they usually did their gigs on Thursdays and Saturdays. Alas, it was not meant to be. This would not be the last time, Wala Wala.
The Reverie
Patrick thought that the vocalist sounded like Bryan Adams. But to me, his voice reminded me of Rod Stewart. Regardless, the lead was excellent and they served up their renditions of Champagne Supernova, Wonderwall, Use Somebody, The Man Who Can't Be Moved and more. Every now and then, everyone sang along with them. Those unfamiliar with the lyrics would bob their heads or shake their bodies according to the rhythm.
There was no countdown. We were so engrossed in the music that we didn't realize it was 2010 until someone popped the confetti.
And so 2010 was here.
