Turned-Off

Hey blog,

Just a head-up: I've always had a bad vibe about under-age parties and was invited into joining it a couple of times. Of course, I rejected them. Well, was invited again and I thought, hey, why not? Then I thought about it again and I really did not want to go, but well, since I already made a promise and since the odds of enjoying seemed to be higher than the norm, I still went anyway.

Pretty was there too and he encouraged, if that's even the right word, to go. Frankly, I was pretty tempted to go with all the invitations and by Alfreda. So yeah, I was not reluctant to go, don't worry.

However, when I reached the Grand Copthorne Hotel, it suddenly struck me real hard - the fact that the under-age kids will be there, the large number of people that will be crowding the place and the annoyance of it all. What really made it bad was when Alfreda finally told me that there would be about 3,300 bloody people queueing up. Do you have any idea how small Zouk is?! Yes, blog, I was turned-off.

Well, the rest of the story is history. They need not be transcripted, or authored, here. Glad I was able to meet Pretty. Learnt a lesson. It was a fine night, or well past mid-night. :)

Signing off,
Clarissa.