the rapture, zouk. the style awards, zouk. studio prive, that place with numbers as its name next to butter. asylum's 2nd anniversary, velvet. some r&b event, butter. followed by ladies night, zouk/phuture. nouvelle vague, zouk.

ticket. email invite. invite/friends working with events co. friend's co./doorbitch for the night. friend helping out with events co. scored invites from someone working there.

as you can see, i've been a very busy girl.

this has got to stop, - no, scratch that - this has got to be carried out in moderation. too much of a good thing, is err... not a good thing? and the likelihood of bumping into people i do not wish to bump into is scarily high - bearing in mind, singapore is really not that much bigger than a tiny red dot.

damn that jacky! for coining the term 'ni hong le'. now i can't seem to tear myself away from peppering my sentences with it at every available opportunity. from meeting dk at fashion bar to my blink-and-you'll-miss-it guest appearance in juice to jobi's velvet doorbitch duties, serving korean celebs and getting propositioned by wannabes who just want a piece of the limelight to roy shooting/getting up close and personal with felicia chin and jetting off on a r&r shoot over the weekend.

*claps hands briskly* let's face it. everybody's 'hong le'.