MOS is way cool. well everything except the long queue that is. its just too bad i don't drive a flashy Ferrari/Porsche/Aston Martin/(any other branded sports car)- wait i don't even drive - how pathetic is that. but anyway there are a hell lot of different rooms playing all sorts of funky music, the main dance floor ain't really as crowded as Zouk on a Mambo night even though the R&B section is one helluva tight gay squeeze. An older and more cosmopolitan crowd as well. but still one can't say for sure that its really BETTER than Zouk.

a lack of familiar faces last night - kinda unlike mambo where everywhere i turn is someone i know. saw Alex Chew n Johnny Chang probably with their SAS friends. in the end, it descended into just my Heineken bottle and i looking down on the dance floor when arif finally got bored n left. no credit card is really no fun. fucking shoestring budget. but will be back with the classmates soon when the whore gets in from Manhatten. then let the mayhem and chaos reign. flaming lambos, waterfalls,shots, bottles bottles bottles... there is limited time left to party haha.

now gotta run off to Holland V, start n finish writing my Christmas Cards and then meet McCurdy n Amogh for a few drinks at Wala. then its an early morning tomorrow to prepare for the long day ahead before the BBQ. wine list would include 2 Cabernet Sauvignons, 1 Shiraz and 1 Chardonnay. budget wine. budget budget budget - i hate that fucking word.