When the sun sets

Friday was Zouk-going with Yifeng, Ben and their entourage of friends, sister, cousins and gf. Trentmoller was the main dish of the day at Zouk and them doing their effects live made for something else to look at while you are busy shuffling your feet on the floor. The 2nd hour was flat, so I took them to Phuture for some hip-hop. We were back at Zouk in time for some heavier tribal sounds, which was awesome. Would have loved to show them Velvet cos personally, I haven't been there for eons. And how I miss the soul house... OK,OK...the eye candy as well,OK?

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Saturday evening was a marked change from Friday. For one thing, it didnt start at the usually late hours. Went Altivo with the gf around 645pm just so we could catch the sunset. Contrary to what most people complain about, Mount Faber isnt that difficult to get to. Come on, just take a cab. It is only difficult because you dont drive AND you dont wanna pay $5 to get up that hill.

Anyway, the sunset lasted all of 15 minutes. We ordered expresso for me cos I had enough alcohol the night before and a chocolate martini for her, with nary a hint of chocolate at all. The red highback sofas are gone and in their place, these rattan chairs which are hugely uncomfortable for lounging more than half an hour.

If you want a memorable date different from the usual dinner-movie-club routine, have an hour at Altivo and watch as day turn into dusk. Finish it off with a bang with a ride on the cable car and stroll to Siloso beach for some outdoor jazz/live music. You will end up poorer, for sure but you will score :)

So club me already

Shit. I've got an interview in 8hrs time and I can't get to sleep yet.


Must the nagging thought of missing out on Arsenal vs Real Madrid that's forcing this insomniac streak.But then again, I havent been sleeping BEFORE 5am for almost 2 months now...

Nah, it's the match.

I need to be clubbed. Preferably on the head.So lala land beckons.............................

On that note, I havent been clubbing quite as much anymore. It must be the lack of good djs which can make my die-die list. Or it might just be because I rather chill with the gf more. Or *gasp* I must have had it up to here with clubbing.It's all three lar.

So....I need new fun. Retail therapy (the gf is miles better at this, of course) surely counts as one. Nothing beats the feeling of buying your way into some material warmth. Like those pudgy goldfish (they are my boys, hokay?!) making a corner of my desk their habitat now. They are a recurring expense of course but once the retail therapeutic effect wears off, you get something quite different.A sense of responsibility, yo?

Everybody now......AWWWWWWWWWWWW!

You can have it too if you intend to spend your lousy hours cleaning after those bastards, erm boys. That said, they are still my boys.

So get your dirty paw out of there! Pronto!