It was G.E.T. night out yesterday. But incomplete because 'shrewd ching' wasn't there. The meeting time was supposedly six in the evening, but only sh and I, the gung-ho ones, turned up first. So we idled. You see me, I see you. Lol. Wc could still soak in the pool at five plus!

When wc arrived, we went for dinner at a Japanese restaurant at citylink mall. Doesn't taste good. I still prefer sakae sushi anytime.

Initially my also not coming, but after wc's persuasion with his horny voice, my couldn't resist coming even though she's ill.

But anyway, we brought my to see doctor at The Clinic! No it's not the real clinic, but a club called "Clinic @ The Cannery." Initially I thought it would be even a better therapy than seeing a real doctor. Somehow we got disappointed entering The Clinic; the dance floor was so small and the whole place looked empty to me. Thanks to my brilliant suggestion to patronise it, all due to the captivating website that turned out to be a marketing gimmick. To think we paid twenty five bucks per person as cover charge. For this price, I could easily get an MC at my neighbourhood clinic instead, and saved on having to work for one more day.

We returned to Ministry of Sound again. Earlier we were there at nine plus. It was free entry.

We bought two jugs of Long Island Tea. All five of us (my, nb, sh, wc and I) played five-ten. It was so freaking fun! When I lost the game and supposed to forfeit by drinking that disgusting 'tea' (initially I really thought it was a real tea), I cheated by faking as if I was really drinking when I wasn't. LOL!

When we ran out of alcohol, we continued playing. This time 'slapping.'

Stupid bahnu kept losing and kept drinking like a fish, even when we were at The Clinic.

So while everybody managed to remain clear-headed, she was drunk like a morbid drinker; danced like a wild horse on the platform; knocking onto others and lying everywhere as she puked. Simply an icon of clarke quay overnight.