The tide has changed. Although it is still peak here in the worker bee land, somehow I cannot bring myself to stay late or even work during working hours. Hence explaining the difficulty I have in managing the prerequisite chargeable 8 hours. When this happens, it means there is a distraction and in our case now, it is alcohol. Even yoga is being pushed aside for after work booze. I do not whether that is good or bad but maybe I am making up for all the alcohol that have not consumed in a long time. I am a binge drinker in the sense that a long period of time (even a year) can go by without me tasting any hard liquor or wine and maybe in a few weeks, especially during the festive period, I drink enough for another year or more. Especially when I er do not really get high. That is another story.

Yesterday, the work girls and I, we went to Mambo.

How I love Mambo. How I love the ‘retro’ songs with words and being able to gyrate because the music is loud and it makes sense and I love to dance to songs like that. It used to be so packed at Mambo from 2300 hours onwards (dinosaur years ago). I remember how Nong, Tong and I would dance for 3 hours non-stop until Zouk closed at 3 am (yes, it was that long ago) and we would walk out onto the road with our ears still ringing from the loud music. How we would always manage to bump into someone we know and would dance with that someone for a few songs. With Nong, we always went to Members and checked out boys.

Then when we were in university, EH always had bashes and we would arrive at Zouk at like the unearthly hour of 8 pm to watch some DP thing, preview or what not or some pageant event. More often than not the bashes were held at Newsroom Bar (does it even exist anymore) and it did not matter to me because they always played mambo music also. People took the opportunity to hook up with other people in hall and it was a playing ground for gossip mongers. Alcohol flowing through your body is a good excuse for losing control of yourself. Heh. I should know.

I remember boys following Xin bebe and us around. Xin bebe always had a way with the opposite sex. I was just the free rider. For the drinks. Supper with random boys anyone? Heh. That time, when D drove out in his convertible, that was what changed my minds about supper and when Eil ended up biting him on the arm, we just about died. Sitting on the lap of a strange boy that you just met in a car with the top down and your hair blowing in your face. Funny how one learns only from experience. How lucky we were to have always met ‘gentlemen’ (most of the time), maybe it is just a vibe that Xin bebe gives.

The borrowing of clothes in hall upon realising that all my club worthy clothes were back home. Shue always had something for me. Lucky for me, we are the same height and size.

Last night was fun. However, the crowd has changed and the music too. But I managed to get up this morning for work (then again, I did not stay that late). I cannot wait for next time. Er, but please can we start at past 12 when the music is slightly better? Thanks.