Sorry we've been super busy!

Hi everyone, so sorry for just disappearing on you guys!! I've been so busy it's not even funny but i've got so much i wanna write about but i have no idea where to start!! First, the Formula One parties, then i went off partying in KL the week after, followed by Wine for Asia mixology event, then Sydney and Brisbane for the weekend and by the time i got back, it was Barclays Golf Open!! When i finally thought i have the time to write, i realised that i would be pretty busy again soon as i would be in Jakarta for Fashion Week and i would also be launching my very own magazine in partnership with one of my closest friend, Karen! Oh by the way Carlo contributes to the magazine too so watch out for his articles and our new Quaff membership card ;) Won't tell you what it is yet but i would be feeding you guys the details bit by bit and our readers will definitely be invited to our launch parties in December!!

Bali Baby!!!

Ah… Bali.

It was an excellent trip, even though it had a bit of a rocky beginning.

It all started off with a plane delay. A flight that was supposed to leave at 6:30pm ended up leaving closer to 8:45, and so we were stuck in the airport fidgeting around and getting annoyed.

Except for Michelle and Caryn, of course, who didn’t seem to grasp the concept that the bouncy castle near the immigration gate was for CHILDREN only!!! 

Ahh you should have seen them, running and doing obstacle courses like a pair of six-year-olds.

Then again, I probably shouldn’t complain, since they won enough $10 vouchers from the staff there to buy us a free liter bottle of Grey Goose at Duty Free.

After getting off the plane in Bali, we took what seemed like a two-hour ride to our villa. The ride took less than half that, but how else are you going to feel when you’re antsy to party after the flight delay!

First of all, I’d like to say that the place we stayed at, Villa Wirasan, was a lovely little place with lots of space and a nice little pool to wake up in. Mind you, the pool was FREEZING, so there was no way you could jump in there and still be sleepy.

However, the big problem with the villa was that it was in the middle of fucking nowhere, and you had to take a 10 minute ride through an uneven dirt road to get inside, which made for several problems with taxis. We had to tip every cab driver we rode with because that damn road did tons of damage to their cars.

Anyways... As soon as we dropped our shit off, we went straight to partying, which was FUN!

We wandered around until we hit a place called Bounty, and that’s when the party really began to escalate.

After drinking fish bowls full of liquor, plus some sort of “Jungle Juice” (the contents of which I’d rather not find out about), we ended up incredibly blind. Well, not blind enough to miss Caryn and some of our other friends dancing in a cage onstage. Seriously… Caryn has no shame.

That’s why we get along so well!!!

Drinking a whole bunch of tequila in between fish bowls also didn’t stop me from noticing how many hot girls were around. Being a fan of studying human behavior, I also couldn’t help but notice just how much more free-spirited people are when they’re on holiday. Being thousands of miles away from home has a way of shutting off people’s inhibitions!

At some point Bounty closed, and that’s when we had the longest cab ride of our lives.

Let me tell you something, you do NOT want to be in a taxi home in a foreign country with Michelle passed out to your right and Caryn almost headbutting the cab driver while her comatose body was flailing around. Seeing as I hadn’t been to Bali in over a decade, all of Caryn’s “I know this place like the back of my hand” boasting would have been really fucking useful when it came to finding the villa!!!

The second day started off pretty well, with me having to make ten people a giant batch of fried instant noodles while hung over. Thank god for that cold pool, that was legendary. A swig of Grey Goose to rid myself of the metallic taste in my mouth was another boon from the heavens.

At around 1pm, we went to eat lunch at a place called Hu’u Bar, which is a restaurant/club owned by a Singaporean named Sean Lee. He turned out to be a friend of Caryn’s, and I must say they gave us top notch service.

Their chef, Phillip Mimbini, offered to serve us “family style”, which simply meant that instead of ordering individual dishes, everyone got a little taste of most of the things on the menu, and we could ask for more of the dishes that we liked.

Man, what a great suggestion. The food was plentiful, with tons of beef rendang, roast pork, coconut rice, fish and all sorts of other great dishes. Even with ten of us eating (well nine, since Arpan’s pansy ass couldn’t deal with the hangover), we never had to ask for more food! Except for rice that is, which I might have had three plates of.

After that massive lunch, the girls went to the beach, while us boys all went back to the villa. Arpan passed out as soon as he got to the villa, in one of the great daybeds they had outside. Mike went to go get some sun, and I tried to sleep, which didn’t work out too well.

Then… after a couple of drinks at the villa, we ended up eating at Sarong, another world-class restaurant where we were served a smorgasbord of delectable Asian dishes, ranging from Chinese, Malaysian, and Indian food. You wouldn’t be able to find a feast like that for $50 anywhere in Singapore, and it was one of the highlights of the trip. Their manager, Din Hakim, was even nice enough to give us a whole bunch of free samplers on top of our meal.

However, all that eating compounded with my fatigue meant that I would not last long.

We went back to Hu’u Bar afterwards to enjoy one of their big parties, and while the music was bumping nothing was going to stop me from getting sleepy. After about an hour there, half of us went back to the Villa, where it was snooze town from there.

The third day ended up being the best, and after another morning of cooking instant noodles (plus sausages, eggs and bread this time), everyone got ready to head to Ku De Ta, where they were having a massive bikini party. There were THOUSANDS of people there, and everyone was having a wonderful time. Hell, they even had a magician who tried to hypnotize me.

Laying in the sun all day, beer in hand, beautiful women everywhere. That perfectly describes my Sunday afternoon. Champagne and vodka followed later, and the sea of bombshells walking around never emptied… If only every day could be a holiday.

P.S: The fucking party was so big they had to hire a fucking HELICOPTER to get a bird's eye view of the crowd!!!

A FUCKING CHOPPER!!!

Brazil Dream Sunday@ Reflections

Hey guys, here's the next party we would be attending and it's happening this Sunday at reflections. It's a party held by the Brazillian guys in conjunction with their National Day celebration so they have decided to bring the spirit of Brazil to Singapore! There would be performances by Wicked Aura Batucada, Capoiera, Maculele, Samba de Roda, Live Sax Bossa Nova and some fire dances. On top of that, for the very first time in Asia, Brazillian DJ Felipe Venancio who is famous for his gigs at Privilege in Ibiza and his celebrity fans such as Naomi Campbell, Prince Albert of Monaco, Stefano Gabbana, P. Diddy, Adrien Brody and Bono would be taking over the decks!

In order to attend the event, everyone would need a "Senhor do Bonfin" bracelet.

Copacabana ( Green Bracelet):

All you can eat Brazillian bbq ( Picanha Wagyu Beef, White Wine and Honey Chicken and Brazillian Bread Sausage) , free flow wine, beer, caipirinhas, etc from 3-5pm. All these for only $65 nett.

Ipanema ( Yellow Bracelet):

This gets you entry to the event and one free drink of your choice. Cover charge is $15 nett.

Drinks for the entire day would be sold between $5 to $10nett, so what are you guys waiting for??

The nice guys from the party has given us a guest list which entitles all our readers to 10% off the ticket prices. Just send an email to carloandcaryn@gmail.com if you would like to be on the list with your details by Saturday 12pm. See you at the party!!!

House Obsession with DJ Tim Lyall

Another exclusive invitation is up for grabs and it goes to the person who could give us the best reason to bring you to the party. If you would like to enter the seductive realm of New Asia's musical universe as Dj Tim Lyall whips up his slinky spectrum of house, breaks, progressive and techno anthems do drop us a comment and tell us why we should bring you along to the exclusive pre-aperitif on none other than the Helipad of Swissotel the Stamford (8-9.30pm).

It's an actual Helipad not to be mistaken with the Helipad club at Central and there would be also be some complimentary cocktails. After a couple of drinks, we would join the rest of the crowd at New Asia bar itself where Tim would be entertaining us till dawn. For those who does not know, Tim has spun alongside Tiesto, Fergie and Judge Jules to name a few. Be prepared to be blown away and here's a peek of how it's like on the Helipad.

One more thing, please INCLUDE YOUR EMAIL so we could NOTIFY you if you win! Cheers!!

Weekend's Coming!!!

Hey everyone!

Caryn and I have returned from our trip to Bali, and I think it's safe to say that it was very fun!

Here's a small picture that encapsulates what our holiday was like:

We'll be doing separate accounts on the Bali trip soon, seeing as it was such a great (but very short) holiday that we've both got lots to share!

We can't wait for the weekend though, and be sure to say hi to us if you see us at the supermodelme.tv finale at Zouk on Saturday!

- Carlo

Ted Baker Show (aka I've got to stop drinking champagne)

The Ted Baker show was… interesting.

It was interesting mainly because of the fact that I had NO idea who Ted Baker was, and quickly learned that I should probably know a little something about an organization before I start spreading word about one of their events!

Still, it ended up being a fun party!

As many of you know, the Ted Baker show was the event that we had our very first contest at Hazy Flight for. You know… the 100 ticket giveaway!

All I can say is: damn you people were fast. It took just about a day for all of our slots to fill up, which is a lot faster than we expected! (Oh, and to the guy who tried to post 30 times to get the 50^th spot and the VIP ticket: respect for trying).

As usual, the drinks were pretty good at the VIP, and we were treated to some good Sagatiba mixes. Oh, and some people were buying 151 and Champagne, which is always a dangerous combo.

Well, giving me that mix of booze is just about the same as giving a terrorist a fully functional nuclear warhead. You KNOW that the results will be explosive.

The fashion show itself was quite short, and I’d have to say that I have a pretty indifferent attitude toward it. It’s not for any snobby reason, it’s mainly because I barely know what does and doesn’t look good (nor do I know anything about fashion in general).

We kept it up at the Ted Baker show until around midnight, and as usual, our favorite heroine Caryn found herself completely annihilated (shortly before the same thing happened to me), and we both went our separate ways into the night.

She was on top form for the earlier parts of the night though, and I’d have to say she did a hell of a lot better with juggling her time and entertaining everyone than I did! I felt like a headless chicken for most of the time, trying to figure out how to effectively talk to everyone that I’d invited while still finding the time to have a drink (or two… or ten).

Now… the events that happened afterwards become a little hazy.

I’m not entirely sure why, but champagne effectively erases my memory within minutes of consumption. This happens every time I drink it, but I NEVER learn my lesson!

All I remember is, I ended up going to Butter Factory (yes… again), and have been told that I made a bit of an ass out of myself.

Oh well… what can you do? People act funny when inebriated, and I’m no different. In fact, I probably act two-three times as nutty as most people when blind drunk!

I mostly just remember hanging out and having a good time with someone, having a good chat and drinking ill-advised tequila and vodka shots. As for passing out on a couch at Butter, that I know nothing about! My buddy Chandra also reckons that I talked to him for an hour or so at Butter, which I definitely have no recollection of.

This is what I most likely looked like for the latter part of the evening:

You know the usual. Big grin, not a care in the world, and also no fucking idea what's going on around him!

Then… as most Sunday mornings go, I woke up at home.

By myself.

Hung over.

However, I’d like to point out that this time I managed to keep my shirt!!! That in itself is a major victory!

I’ve really got to start taking naps after playing basketball for 2-3 hours on Saturday afternoons… I think that’s why I’ve been getting destroyed so easily lately!

Thanks to Sagatiba, Phantom Models and Buttcheeks Creative for the event, and thanks to all of you loyal readers for attending the event! I hope you guys had a great time, we’ll have some more fun stuff for you to do soon!

Oh and before I forget, congratulations to these two for winning the VIP ticket contest!

- Carlo

Gene Simmons and Barry Levine's Exclusive party to launch Carnival of Souls

I was at the office on Tuesday afternoon checking my emails as usual when i received an email from Priya saying that her friend from Bloomberg just told her Gene Simmons was at his office...

Like seriously?? What on earth is Gene Simmons doing here? I really really wanted to see him but didn't know how to since i've not heard anything about him making an appearance in Singapore.

An hour later, Ava called me up and asked if i wanted to attend Gene Simmon's private party that very evening at 6.30pm! Like are you serious?? This is not the craziest part... Ava met Gene the night before at the Nine Inch Nails concert and his PA called her up the next day to invite her to his party! So now i get to go too!!

I was so excited i was actually willing to give gym a miss that evening and went for this party instead. I was also going to be on Channel News Asia that night at 8.30pm so i guess i had to choose between watching myself or meeting Gene.. wasn't that an obvious choice since my friends would be recording it for me anyway.

Met up with Ava at 6.30pm and hung around at The Arts House having some food from the buffet spread and drinks. The beer from Archipelago was soooo gooood but the wine unfortunately was not that great.. well what do you expect it's just Corte Viola. After about an hour and half, we were asked to proceed down to the entrance where the red carpet is to welcome the arrival of Gene and Barry.

A hummer turned up after approximately 15 minutes of us waiting in the heat and out came two men... well didn't really know who they were, probably some producer or manager. Shortly after, a stretch limo pulled up and out came Gene and Barry!!! I was gonna faint. He looked so cool... lol ok maybe most of you won't agree with me since he's about 60 ish.

Everyone went back up to where the party was while Gene was being escorted into his private room where cameras had been set up all around and Utt was waiting to interview him. Was pretty upset thinking that maybe that was all i got to see of him when Ava just tapped him on the arms, he turned around, said hi to her and told her to go with him to his room! Happily Kristina and i followed ;)

Gene was really nice and asked us our names, chat for a little and took some pictures. We hung out in that room for a bit until it was time for him to head off to the theater for an introduction about the Carnival of Souls.

The party went on for a little more after with some pole dancing and acrobatic performances then they ran out of beer....

When it was time to leave, Kris, Ava, Rob and i went off to the after party at New Asia Bar, had a round of drinks then stumbled off to Pump Room where i got a wee bit wasted but it was all good... :)

Ted Baker Show at New Asia Bar this Saturday!

NOTICE: ALL THOSE WHO HAVE WON FREE TICKETS, DO NOT FORGET TO PRINT OUT WHAT YOU HAVE RECEIVED IN YOUR E-MAIL! THIS WILL ACT AS YOUR ENTRY TICKET TO THE EVENT!

It's time to party again this Saturday at the 'Ted's all Brits Party' showcasing Ted Baker's Autumn/Winter 09 Collection. This event would be taking place at New Asia Bar, Level 71 from 9pm - 11pm.

Entry is strictly by invitation only.

However, we at Hazy Flight have 100 invites to give away and 3 VIP invites! VIPs would gain access to the VIP area of New Asia Bar with the best view of the show and free flow Signature Cocktail designed for the Ted Baker event courtesy of Sagatiba Cachaca. There would also be some small bites for your sampling pleasure...

I'm sure you could pretty much guess what they would be serving based on the theme ;)

How do you get the invites? Simply click on comment, state your name and email and we would send you an invitation. The 1st, 10th and 50th person to write in would be given the VIP pass. See you guys on Saturday! (EACH COMMENT WILL ONLY ENSURE ONE ENTRY - YOUR FRIENDS WILL HAVE TO GET THEIR OWN TICKETS!)

Check back with us from time to time, and you may come across more fun contests!

Disclaimer: All contestants must be at least 18 years old to enter. Please bring your ID to the event, as we will accept no responsibility for denial of entry if you are unable to produce proof of age. We reserve the right to change contest rules and conditions at any time.

Epic weekends... and why you shouldn't avoid them.

So... off went another ridiculous weekend, and I'm still alive!

I think I'm finally getting the hang of it again.

After being boring and not going out as much over the first six months of 2009, I think it's safe to say that I'm back in full swing and am ready to tear this town apart!

I guess that's what happens when you no longer have something else taking up your time.

Once again, Friday was SUPPOSED to be a quiet night for me, and after lifting some weights I thought I would just go to sleep.

Then, sometime around 1am, something clicked.

Something deep within my subconscious let out a primal scream, and it said "WHY ARE YOU HOME ON A FRIDAY NIGHT???".

Needless to say, I did manage to find myself a little inebriated, though it was nothing compared to what will now be called the "birthday of death".

I managed to satiate my boredom, and had a few good laughs as well.

I don't know why, but even without getting completely blasted, I managed to stay out til 6 am...

Come to think of it, I should probably be very thankful that I didn't mess myself up, considering the fact that Saturday was dirty as sin.

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Ah.. Saturday.

I think it's officially going to be the one day each week where I lose my mind, and love every moment of it.

First of all, I should have taken a nap. Two hours straight of running up and down a basketball court is NEVER recommended if you plan on having a big night drinking (which I actually didn't, but hey, it's Carlo, what do you expect).

Anyways...

The tale begins with me starting off with a few friends at Forbidden City in Clarke Quay. For some reason a friend of ours wanted to spend her last night there and so we followed. It ended up being an entertaining venue, especially after we discovered that they have an upstairs area! Seriously, none of us knew.

I actually wasn't meant to drink much, and I still managed to resist at FC, even after Caryn made a cameo appearance completely destroyed and unable to walk straight.

I do think something clicked though, because the rest of the night quickly became ridiculous.

We headed down to Butter Factory later in the evening (or morning, depending on how you count 2:30 am), and thats where the real fun began.

What was supposed to be a quick stop to say goodbye to Samantha ended up being the beginning of some sudden and welcome changes to the semi-quiet Saturday.

As I was trying to talk to Sam, somebody decided that they wanted to pour Belvedere down my throat.

Well, for those that don't know me, booze is to Carlo as spinach is to Popeye.

Seriously, something lit up inside and all of a sudden I found myself chugging vodka and being merry! I don't know about the rest of you, but I really like Butter from 2 am til closing, if only because it's not so stinking crowded. I think it's a great club, but man does that fucking place get packed!

Then again, meeting a couple of cute girls that night probably makes me a *little* biased.

As 4 am rolled along, I found myself in full swing and ready to continue the night. I must say, even with that little sleep, my mind was just in the mood for more debauchery.

That's where Living Room comes in.

Suffice to say, a group of about eight guys and girls (not working girls, actual women) stood out at Living Room like a sore thumb. Entertainingly enough, none of the "ladies of the night" decided to bother us, which is always comforting. Well, at least in the "you don't look like you're here at 5 am because you're desperate for a hooker" sense.

Ah but well... Living Room is good for something *other* than hookers, and that's: 2 for 1 offers on bottles of Belvedere!

We somehow managed to get a bottle and a half done before my mind couldn't fight my fatigue anymore, and I had to stumble on home.

Feeling like shit all of Sunday was worth it, considering how I met a bunch of cool people and drank enough Vodka to kill a Russian (ok maybe not a Russian, but definitely a little Asian person).

This coming weekend should prove more interesting. More highlights coming soon!

- Carlo

Random laugh of the day

Don't I look pretty? :P

- Carlo

A year older... and none the wiser.

Man… talk about birthday weekends.

I’m not entirely sure how to describe the epic debauchery that went on over time between Friday evening and Sunday morning, but I’m sure as hell going to try.

First of all, lets clarify that yes, it was my birthday on Sunday, July 26, and what a birthday it was.

We started off Friday night by attending an event at the Forbidden City in Clarke Quay, and were treated to some pretty good sounds by their guest DJ from France. I ended up staying there for a couple of hours and having some beers and numerous glasses of a strange orange colored concoction that I will aptly name “hangover juice”.

After getting a little drunk (which equates to about 10 drinks), I had the bright idea of going to Zouk since it seemed that all of my friends were there.

Sure Carlo, great fucking idea, go to a place where you know you’ll need to drink to deal with the crowd on the day before your big birthday bash.

Suffice to say, it was packed. With me being such a genius, you know that I would TOTALLY check whether or not there was a popular act at Zouk on a Friday night right? God I wish. It turned out Crookers were playing and I was going to have to deal with more mayhem than usual!

Let me point out now that I can’t stand big crowds, they make me want to hit people in the back of the head.

Needless to say, I ended up drinking. A lot.

What was supposed to be a quiet night ended up involving tequila, and anyone who knows me KNOWS bad things happen when I deal with tequila.

Still, it ended up being entertaining, and I made it home at a reasonable hour thanks to my best friend Tiffany giving my drunk ass a ride home at around 4 am.

Saturday morning was one of those moments in life where you wake up and go “Fuck, I really shouldn’t have done that”. Feeling rough and destroyed, I ended up having to force myself to sweat it out on the basketball court so that I could survive the coming storm…

Best idea I ever had.

Fast forward a few hours later, and the night begins.

My… what a night it was!

After having a few drinks at my house with a couple of friends, we headed down to Le Noir, where people decided to keep buying me drinks even though I said I needed to pace myself. That didn’t work out too well, and I was definitely already feeling a bit warm by the time we went to Attica. Oh well, at least I got a nice chocolate cake for free!

Oh, and I should probably mention that me being Carlo, missed it when people sang and presented a cake for my birthday because I was outside having a cigarette at midnight. This shit only happens to me!

Attica was unbelievably fun, and I say that even though I don’t remember the tail end of it.

After getting one of the VIP tables upstairs, I ended up ordering one of those three liter bottles of Belvedere (I was going to get the six liter one but since people started ordering other bottles I figured I’d be prudent).

Ah… and more shots… and flaming cocktails… and a couple of chugged drinks down the road.

This is where my memory of the night begins to turn into a powerpoint slide, with me only remembering tiny little flashes.

In a nutshell, here’s what I remember: chugging a drink, talking to some cute blonde girl, chugging a drink, talking to some blurry faces, taking a flaming drink, jumping up on the chairs and being merry, taking a shot, biting a bunch of my chick friends.

Then I wake up at my house...

Alone.

Missing my shirt.

With a massive hangover.

All I can say is, I think It was an unbelievably epic weekend, especially since I capped off Sunday by having a massive steak with the family at Morton’s. God I love that place. Sure it’s pricey, but you’ll get some GOOD ASS STEAK! The 200 or so you’ll pay for your meal is more than worth it.

I’d have to say this year’s birthday was a success, seeing as everyone that I wanted to see came, and my boy Danny even extended his return home to Jakarta so that he could make it for my birthday party. I’d name everyone but that would take a separate blog entry!

All I can say is much love to everyone that came and gave their wishes, and I really appreciate the fact that you all showed up. I’m hoping next year (when I hit the big quarter century) is even CRAZIER!!!

- Carlo

P.S: I can’t share the story of getting headbutted by some random, mainly because I don’t remember that part. So ask someone else not me! Hahaha.