one hour into MoS, i remember once again why i loved clubbing.

two hours later, when my feet start hurting and the smoke starts getting in my eyes (haha. pun unintended), i remember the reasons for my cannot-be-bothered attitude towards clubbing. too much effort needed and i'm too lazy (and broke)


but then again, that's not to say i'm not up for another ladies night. heehee.

i suddenly feel the gian-ness for another round of RnB!