Globber: Madam Wong’s is doing very fine thank you…
Got lancing, got meujik, got lim jiu, got pratform lancer (I was one of them),
got schmoke, got lirty toilet, got ah beng sio pah…
All the essentials of clubbing life in SG, apart from smoking weed openly…
I met f0xy, Lee-Anne, y|ngEr, {Jess} and sang some dumb karaoke at
this pub in Tanglin Shopping Centre.
They lim-beer-ed away while I sipped on my sky juice.
No beer for me.
U’ll only catch me drinking beer when I am very drunk. =D
11pm plus we made our way down to Madam Wong’s,
squeezing 4 girls into a cab,
and I pity the poor driver who gotta put up with f0xy’s complaints
about him going by a longer route,
as well as hassling him to drive faster… bla bla… -____-
Well Madam Wong’s, the same old place blasting anything from rock,
to 80s stuff, to hip hop, to R&B, to big beat, to commercial house,
and now even nu-metal (Linkin’ Park lah, what else)…
f0xy opened a bottle of Chivas, not my kinda drink.
Gimme vodka anytime man.
But luckily I realised I’m ok with whiskey coke/bourbon coke afterall.
My first pubbing experience at Next Page at the age of 17…
My first sip of what they called house pour.
I had a choice of vodka lime and bourbon coke then,
and of course I took the one with “coke” in it.
Bleah, ended up swopping drinks with another girl. -_-
From then on, bourbon coke was never my house pour of choice.
That means, I am a much more… seasoned drinker than I was 6 yrs ago.
Woah. Makes me feel OLD.
Back to the clubbing last night.
After 2 drinks, I climbed my way up to the platform and
danced my night away, literally…
From 12am all the way to 3am,
I found myself mouthing the lyrics to “September”,
“Can’t Get You Out of My Head”, “Don’t Call Me Baby”, and then some.
Grooving like one of those bootylicious babes in music videos,
to “Crazy in Love”, and all the hip hop cum R&B yada yada.
Head-banging to the likes of “Bring Me To Life”, some Linkin’ Park…
Screaming my head off as the initial beats of “Sex Bomb”, “Horny”, “Lady (Hear Me Tonight)”, “Rockafeller Skank” came on.
Doing my a-go-go moves when “That Thing You Do” and some others
blasted off the speakers…
Missed out Prodigy’s “Smack My Bitch Up” because I was at the loo.
Well this is the night for enjoyment, because I paid frigging $15 for it.
So might as well take the opportunity to shake off some calories.
In fact, I sweated so much,
I was flinging my sweat on the poor people sitting nearby… MOAHAHAHAHAaa…
Yeah I had a good workout.
Albeit the smell of the place will take 2 days to wash off my hair… Darn.
All these time, another IRC girl, Tiffyyyyy was bugging me to go Centro.
She had some free invite thing because Centro’s celebrating it’s 3rd birthday! Wah wah wah… -_-
I made my way down to Centro at 3am plus,
totally forgetting I’ll have to pay for the cover charge after 12am…
Well we took the opportunity to sneak in, with her in front,
with me looking nonchalant at the back,
and yeah I made it into Centro, with no charge. Ahz! ^_^
After dancing to 2 tracks, the lights came on – they closed at 4am last night.
I heaved a huge sigh of relief because that’s a chance for me run home
(I was goddamn tired after dancing all night in my 3 inch heels),
and she won’t be able to do anything to make me stay… >:)
And that is my summary of the night.
I will make it a point to club only once a month, if needed.
Chilling out sessions not included in quota.
You will only enjoy your clubbing, if you don’t do it every weekend.
Occasional clubbing can be therapeutic 
Just don’t over-drink.
Puking your guts out in public is soooper tak glam.
Words of pseudo-wisdom from the experienced.
Another update about me recently:
I have successfully turned my bio-clock around.
Because of all my night shifts, I sleep in the day, and work in the night.
Plus the clubbing last night…
My clock will be terbalek for a long time liaoz.
Time to be a true-blue nocturnal creature.
I call myself Barffie in IRC, and mentioning my number of kills for the night.
Yes. I kill vampires with my barf.
HA HA HA Talk about online personalities… =D
