we had a late dinner at this Hong Kong Cafe... was so hungry the bee hoon felt good for the first time... and it seemed like there were more servers than customers... yeah that'd make sense... who'd wanna be out last night when the best thing there could be was to be home? well... don't answer that!

we rolled and posed and cosed up at Clark Quay (yup, i was back in 24 hours)... and hit MOS... what to do when we wanted a seat, and MOS offered free entries before midnight... well the "seat" turned into the "beat" that spinned us round round... guys to girls ratio was like 10 to 1... i didn't mind though. it was budget clubbing so yeah, one Gin couldn't keep us going for long...

and so there were cute Japanese fashioned school boys that made Sherly high and feel paedophilic... there was a sexy young thing who kept the phone in between the cleavage... there were Malays and Indians; surprisingly the Chinese still outnumbered them all. probably homeless kids...

Tuan wanna be home for the New Year...