Singapore was a blast! After a lengthy 22-Hrs in the air, I landed in one of the most futuristic airports known to my perspective; majority of the airport was technologically advanced. Walking through immigration was a cinch and meeting up with Roger was a blessing. It felt uber cool walking into the arrival waiting area and seeing a familiar face in such a foreign country. I finally got to meet his girlfriend as well, who was uber cool and as pretty as Roger had mentioned. Kudos!
Upon arriving to Roger’s homely abode (which was around 9pm-ish), I immediately showered and freshened up to take on the first night in Singapore. Flying for an entire day can be tiring and also a bit unclean, so I needed a boost, with my body feeling fresh. I’ll write another blog about the flight experience later.
Initially, my desire was to see what Roger would normally do on a Friday night.
- What was it like being a local Singaporean?
- How did people vibe outside of the touristic locations?
- What was the culture I would miss if I had just decided to linger in the midst of outsiders alone?
Well, let me say that my beer pong skills from the States were spot on, waxing the likes of Singaporeans on their own turf. Muahahahaaaa. (That felt awesome! I was to be humbled on the next day in another competition.) In continuation, I was able to meet Roger’s circle of friends that he had accumulated over the past 2 years. I was glad to witness that the kid is in good company, which eased my heart a bit; being a big bro ain’t easy.
The night progressed and I wanted to see what Singapore’s nightclub life was like. Skinny’s was a cool dive bar but I didn’t want to spend my entire night there. We ended up walking over to ALTIMATE, which was a high-rise rooftop with so much green and white you’d think you were picking up a luxurious frozen pack of broccoli from Wegman’s or Trader Joe’s. BAHAHAAAAA 😂😂 Don’t judge me. It was a nice, nice place.
Getting in was a cinch for Roger and I. Being a C-list celebrity has it’s perks when flying abroad. The line was as long as an intersection on 42nd street in Manhattan and there was no way I was waiting on that thing. Not to mention, the cover was about S$88 (That’s 88 Singaporean dollars which should be close to $75 USD or something…don’t quote me, I’m on a plane with no wifi right now). Long story short, Roger and I were able to sweep up to the rooftop at no expense, and with not much need for patience. Thank you Altimate! I appreciate you and your management team. The night at Altimate was one to remember; the views were spectacular and the people were pretty damn sexy…for the most part (or maybe I was a bit inebriated so I couldn’t tell the difference) bahahaaaaa 😂😂.
On to the next day, where we needed to be up bright and early to make it onto a yacht!! I met an even larger group of cool people for Arthur’s (old time Cuse buddy) birthday celebration. It was LIT…or how my Dominicans used to say back when we coined the term… ENCENDIO! Two 15-inch subwoofer speakers with a heck of a punch on both sides of the boat (starburd & stern…don’t quote me). Everyone was there to have fun and enjoy the awesome waters of “I don’t know where I was” bahahaaaaa 😂😂.
Remember when I mentioned being humbled earlier in this entry??
Let me tell you that Indonesian and Malaysian people know how to swim faster than I could have ever imagined. I went into these waters thinking I was a dolphin, and instead I was transformed into a lone guppy. First and foremost, there were jellyfish in the water so you’d get a sting here and there. Luckily, i had a life vest, but I think it may have slowed me down. Even so, I can’t use any of these as an excuse. I jumped into the clear blueish greenish water with no avail and decided to race one of the ladies back to the boat. As I dolphin kicked my way from the starting point to the boat, I felt tingling pricks against my body which led me to surface after about 9-10 seconds. The boat was still about 80m away and I immediately felt my heart sink to the bottom of my left butt cheek. In my sights were the boat and the challenger who waxed me so bad; I’ll be scared for life. How in the world did this happen?
Ego popped, but I’m a good sport. Congratulations woman (kind forgot your name. Misa or something close to that). The boat party was phenomenal after that. People were kicking it for pictures and enjoying the music as if we owned all of a VIP section in a moving daylight club. Boss Yacht life!
Alright…alright…to be continued bahahaaaaa 😂😂. This has been quite lengthy already and I don’t want to lose your interest. In the next entry, I’ll talk about another night at Skinny’s which later turned into a club night, the beyond well organized Formula 1 race, Marina Bay Sands and it’s famous Infinity Pool and Singaporean Food!!!
- Julio Caezar