Phew. Updated.

I learnt never to take clubbing for granted anymore. Clubbing used be something that’s easily achievable but the queue at the entrance of Zouk on Hari Raya’s eve was gasp- so horribly long, it made clubbing seem like some really superior event to me at that moment.







Tell me, with queue like this, how do u get into Zouk without having to immerse in the crowd till wee?

We snaked in & out of the crowd a couple of times & realized that it’ll be a wiser choice to try our luck at other clubs instead. Pretty redundant drowning ourselves in one sea of body odor just to get ourselves into another anyway.

We traveled a little by cab & mostly by foot in search of a new place to club but ended up in Momo as much as we hope we didn’t have to. Not that Momo’s not a nice place but we desperately wanted to try clubbing at somewhere we had never been to before. Apparently it seemed like there’s nowhere better.

We still had to queue for more than an hour just in case u think Momo’s a ghost town. Heck, we just queued. We’re too worn out to club hop again anyway. We had fun after we got in & that’s about all that matters ain’t it?

Some pictures to guide u through our day:


Make up freaks & messed-up room. The enjoyably tedious preparation at Lianie’s =)





Sightseeing at boat quay while in search of the perfect club. LoL, I know it’s darn retarded to act like tourists, but don’t we deserve credit for being good at utilizing our traveling time?





Trigger-happy us clicking away on the dance floor =)

It’s a sleep over!
We headed straight back to Lianie’s place after Momo. The downside of clubbing is smelling like a piece of over-smoked smoked salmon after everything ended. We smelt so awful we could literally hijack a cab by threatening to suffocate the cabby with the odor if he refuses to succumb. Hah. Alright, it’s just another lame comment u can ignore...